I touched it, longingly,
As it slipped through my fingers,
Whispers of joy glittering on my hands.
Tirelessly and eagerly, I gave chase,
Witnessing rainbow light on each face.
Assailing lovers and friends,
I demanded just a piece,
No matter how I wrung them dry,
They had none, and neither did I.
Trying even harder,
Sure to find my slice,
Thought I saw it in a bottle,
A lost man's paradise.
It wasn't there, nor were they,
Lost men, ever lost, realising too late,
The clear, harmless bottle,
A looking-glass into a torrid fate.
Tired, I tried to find it in every single taste,
My heaving, hindering weight,
Another sign of too little, too late.
Children in my hands,
Lamenting my fate.
I sat one day,
Laying down my weary quest,
Knowing what I wanted,
Was 'ever far away.
Watching my children play,
A smile tugged at my lips,
A whisper tickled my ear,
A gentle urging of something near.
I closed my eyes, Sun on my face,
Their laughter high on wind,
Desperation gone in haste,
A rainbow, like a butterfly, landed in its place.