Butterfly Shadows

I may find them hiding in a person I meet
Or in some distant mountain so tall
Tucked in unbearable pain
In the cold or the rain
Or where life has my back to the wall.

Butterfly shadows are exquisitely rare
And more prone to be glimpsed
When life seems so unfair
You won’t always find them on a sunshiny day
But more often than not when your blue skies turn gray.

Sometimes they’re found floating on a cloud of despair
Yet so quiet and gentle they may rest on your hair
They may be found riding on the crest of a storm
Or on the first hint of spring when the weather gets warm.

When just out of nowhere their shadows emerge
And then just as quickly their presence diverge
Our eyesight gets dimmer as we grow older they say
But whether sighted or blind we can have a butterfly day.