On a sunny day of a summer long gone.
She arrived in my life like the Monarchs
Appear in the blooming garden to meet.
Butterfly of exotic species in a human form.
Found the way to my heart, and love sprang.
A feast of ambrosia and nectar she set for me,
Bewitched and drunk I followed her to forest.
I fell into the pool of ecstasy, paradise anon.
Lost sense of time and space; love carried the day.
But 'time and tide wait for no one' they say.
It moved, and the summer came to an end.
My butterfly one day got up and left with time.
Nature's laws don't allow her to settle on a spot.
She moved to another garden where summer went.
My sojourn in that magical world ended with that.
I miss my butterfly but do not resent her the least.
Flowers in the garden know it's a way of her life.
A butterfly comes and goes, moving with the time.
A midsummer night's dream it was for a poet and
He woke up from it to narrate the butterfly tell.