What was it about butterflies and lightning bugs that captivated us as children?

We wanted to catch them, never harm them, but hold them for a little while.

Sparks of elusive beauty? Just to take a closer look?

I don't know. I still try to catch them

Nostalgia perhaps, beating at my mind

Of a more simple life

A more simple time

Don't touch the butterfly wings, she won't be able to fly

So I won't

I'll just watch you play and dance

With a smirk and a chance

Of seeing you at my window

Tomorrow.