In the twilight I recall
They alight upon my hand,
But then their fleeting beauty flies
I would hold them, yet I know
Still I hold them in my heart,
My chosen precious things,
Treasures only for the heart,
Like the butterfly's light wings.
Give me reason for a smile,
And I beg them to be mine,
Just to stay a little while.
Away into the sun,
And I watch them as they fade,
Until a new day has begun.
They are only for a day,
Not possessions to be owned,
But a gift to give away.
These very precious things,
Just the way the sunlight holds
The butterfly's bright wings.