Fireflies
Arise
Outside
My garden
And float
Joyfully
On a gold
Energy
We all hold
Inside.
They arise
From my mind
And dance.
Are they
Side glance?
I fear;
But I hear,
They sing
Near
My soul
Could they
Be parts
Of my whole?
I wish
They scatter
Magic dust
And gather
My pieces,
Glue them together;
Living wishes
Never
To be silenced;
I balance
On the edge
Of insanity
I wonder
What stops me?
Could it
Be my vanity?
Fireflies
They light
The night
My mind travels
From
Time to time
Therein the depths
Of my awareness
Behind the hills,
Through the black grass
Into the forest
With no will
The rivers pass
Stern and wild
In my veins,
From the spirit
To my mind.
I revive.
But am I
Truly alive?
The dark is deep
And, still,
Not at all
Asleep;
I creep
Seeing him
Turning his eyes
Away
From the pray
I used to be;
And, now,
He lets me leave,
To wonder
Free.
I look at him
Already
Turn his back on me
Into the dim.
He left
Bereft
Of
Game.
But he left me
Insane.
Fireflies
Is all I see,
Inside
My night.
But I fear
I might
Be under
Delusion.
Yes,
I fear
It may be
A confusion
And it is not me
Who should be
Absolved
Of madness
Or any form
Of it,
Including sadness.
I tend
To retreat
Into dark;
But, look
At these
Flying beetles!
They set fire
To the sky;
They made
My night
Came to life
At a stroke
Of a silent cry.
Dear firefly
Let me cherish you
In all your
Greatness,
Let me heal
My soul
With your light,
Magic
Brightness,
Keeper
From dark.
Fireflies
Etherize
In my grounds;
The land now
Abounds
Of them.
And dreams
Awake
In happiness
Can never take
Back;
I reconnect
From my
Insomniac
State
And realize
The
Fireflies
Reflect
In my eyes
And come
From within
Spreading
Out
As never seen,
All about.