Grasp

I have found a light in the sky,
worth capturing in my hands.
Fluttering by, not like a shooting star,
but a butterfly impaired.

Its impairment, not a fault,
but rather a representation of time slowing down.

Glad for the opportunity to reach,
I leant a fleeting grasp at its trail.

My hand, never fully closed,
graciously allowed dreams to shine through.
Dreams of mine own,
and maybe her's, too.

It could have been the wonder of my futility,
or possibly the chance I could not seize...

...but if this could last forever,
I would truly spread my wings.

If not to fly to the stars,
but to adorn myself with her love.
I would endlessly grasp to simply maintain,
forever and above.