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2001-10-26 - 3:39 p.m.

You might wake up some morning
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind.
And if you're quick enough to rise,
You'll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow.
Out on the new horizon,
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings.
And if the sleep has left your ears,
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow.

Don't be concerned;
It will not harm you.
It's only me, pursuing something I'm not sure of.
Across my dreams,
With nets of wonder,
I chase the bright, elusive butterfly of love.

You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind.
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in.
You might have seen me running
Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind.
If you remember something there
That glided past you, followed close by heavy breathing...

Don't be concerned;
It will not harm you.
It's only me, pursuing something I'm not sure of.
Across my dreams,
With nets of wonder,
I chase the bright, elusive butterfly of love.

Across my dreams,
With nets of wonder,
I chase the bright, elusive butterfly of love.

--"Butterfly of Love" by Bob Lind

TRQ

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