illusions

Beautiful butterflies
Fluttering eagerly
As if waiting
To be captured in paint
Reach out your fingers
They are gone
Melted in air.

So many stories, poems
Bubbling in the lake
To surface and reach out
To the world
Try to catch them-
There are none
Only the placid lake lies still.

So many times so many days
I long to sing like a lark
Paint a picture like God
sing a song like none has heard
write a poem oh so lovely
a story to take your breath away
to make you cry and laugh with me.

They play like small babies
Laughing all around me
Illusive like little fairies
Not ready to give in
When I give up- they appear
When I reach out- they disappear
Leaving me laughing and crying.