My life,
is but the flutter of a butterflys wings,
capturing the sun for an instant,
My breath is cast,
a soft breeze, in this storm of life,
My shadow owns no earth,
nor leaves no mark,
My time is no man's,
not even mine to count,
Nor yours, my love....
Laurie hill
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soft-breeze/
