Chasing Butterflies

A Full Moon Night

I dreamt of a boy, a pretty boy too, his eyes of moonshadows and skin that blended well into the midnight sky. How easy it was to fall in love.

Like melodies and lullabies we sang together under the full moon. The castle and stairway we called ours. I could have cried with joy if dreams knew tears. My hands still delicately playing the harp he held for me.

Our white fabrics now dry. Dry as if I had never pushed him into the sea a few minutes ago when we were rowing. He said I talked too much! I drowned the noise of the sea he proclaimed, still lost in his own world.

Oh, how I laughed before I pushed him into the sea. Dramatic much. How could my voice possibly drown the song of the sea!

Then I remembered though. He was unable to swim, his fear of deep water left him paralyzed gasping for breath, fighting against the waves.

So, I dove in, again. That's how fast I fell in love. Saw you vulnerable and wanted to reach you. To dive in and help you learn to swim. Deep down I wanted you to lean on my shoulder and weep on my lap.

Yet, humans though, they always wanted what they couldn't have, I thought. I knew, but, I stayed. Dove in, and saved you in my arms. Held you close to keep your body warm. I did that over and over again.

Do I regret it?

That's when I woke up. The cold air hitting my face. I longed for freedom, again. I looked out the open window, the full moon glowing bare through the city sky. Just like that, I went back to my slumber, to dream away my problems once more.