Dazzling beauty that comes off -
Comes off when you touch it -
Like dust on a mantelpiece -
Stick to your fingers like glitter.
When I was a child, I was afraid of touching butterflies.
So I tried to trap one with a net -
To make her beauty my special pet.
Then my brother told me that butterflies only lived for a day -
So I opened my net and set her free -
And watched in wonder as her intricate pattern
dazzled in the sunlight as she flitted away.
Back in my room,
I picked at the glitter that stuck to my fingertips.
They came off -
only to stick to my other fingertips.
I went to bed with my fingers glittery -
Glittery like stars in the night sky -
I reached out my hand to catch one -
with the glitter still on my fingertips.