Fireflies

Silky silence
stroked only by cricket wings
lands upon my ears.
Wind dances in trees.
Reassuring rustles resonate in darkness.
The flame bends and bounces and finally fails.
Leaving me in star light.

I don’t mind.

I haven’t seen a firefly in years.
In fact --
I have often wondered if they are only
a dream of childhood.
Imaginary playmates.
After all,
who would believe a mythical creature
creating fire in the air.

Wasn’t it god who first
filled the void with light?
Here those tiny, fragile gods wing their way
thru the universe
creating light in void.

But my mind is heavy,
my flesh is tired.
I lost track of these thoughts long ago.
I take the hand of someone who loves me.
I smile at the universe of lightning bugs
and close my eyes.

We all have fire inside.
We can all bring light to the void.
It happens in the heart.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2000
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