In a dream
I see the seasons changing
a butterfly waits just beyond the limits I know.
Should I reach for it?
As time thinks through it all,
I begin to see change.
The change in me, and what i see.
as time goes on.
As my view changes,
drifts apart and then together
catching up to one another.
As I sit,
in this dream
seeing shades beyond
mine and your imagination
I have an urge,
Just a kiss
of what can be fulfilled
Will I do it?
Can I catch up?