Where Dreams Coalesce Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Does the butterfly on the girl's finger

Know something of her concentration,

Or of the care her love demands of her -

Displaying beauty with adoration.



Though there may be a different present

Where the girl herself is oblivious

In some senses to the alighted moment -

Her handling intangibly less precious.



Though what we feel is more than what we see,

Leaving what is scarcely known to instinct -

Where dreams coalesce and then slip free

And what is missed is somehow linked.



Perhaps they are not so very distinct

Moments, dreams, realization, and beauty?