people see me, but most times ignore.
I am the last of my kind, gentle spirit,
looking outward to some distant shore.
I am here earth-bound and yet,
my spirit goes unhindered by others.
I am but sigh, dream, illusion,
tossed amid fellow sisters and brothers.
I am phantom, butterfly, lost,
to all those would be casual friends.
Joyful in the thought nothing lasts forever,
waiting until this journey ends.