Elusive

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 the 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