The Further Adventures Of Mister Butterfly

the butterfly continued on
as far as his compound eye could see
he saw only emptiness
and loneliness in his journey

he flitted across the night sky
wishing there were something more
and wondering and hoping
that there was something else in store

but he could not take his mind off
the Other that he once saw
how he wanted to find where it was going
and about it wanted to know more

this Other mystified him so
how it could be so fleeting
a masterpiece; a work of art
the song the angels sing

the first cry of a newborn
the rustle of the leaves
the whisper of the gentle wind
the pattern that the web of time weaves

the butterfly went past the moon
and for a moment all he could see
was the Other reflected
in the moon's encompassing beauty

he then flew toward the moon
but try as he might
he never seemed to get closer
to this mysterious enchanting light

he fought for what seemed like hours
until he snapped back to reality
he would probably never find this Other
and discover its beautiful mystery

disheartened, the butterfly
drifted slowly back to the ground
while he was staring sadly at the moon
a treasure decided to be found

the Other emerged from nowhere
just out of the butterfly's view
the butterfly smiled from antenna to antenna
and began his journey anew.