That exquisite sensation

So lost to ourselves

We are all searching

To capture that elusive feeling


It flits and flees,

The brightly coloured butterfly

Evading, always, your grasp

Perhaps… not for definite… but perhaps

If we just sit still a little

It will alight upon us.

But, like the butterfly,

It will not stay.

And we are worse off,

Knowing how wonderful it can be