You are just a firefly
in my darkness,
you don't even know
you're in my sights.
You're just busy beaming
for the spark-less,
and mesmerizing blue hearts
with your lights.
You are just a firefly
brightening my night,
you rescue me...
but know NOT that you do,
for as you party,
artfully ,
glowing out your white,
my worries and my heartaches
fly off too.
You are just a firefly
beaming as you go,
and I am just two BLUE eyes,
batling NOT to flow,
you are just a firefly
beaming out a show,
and I am just your audience,
rescued
by ... your glow.
(and now you know...
you are the light
who in my night...
rescued with your glow.
Kay, this is absolutely charming. It brought back childhood memories of catching fireflies in a jar, and lonely nights when I sat on the deck in the back yard and watched the fireflies and wished I was one of them.
I love this, Kay, because I've always loved fireflies, and have thought these imaginings while watching and trying to catch them... So beautiful... thank you for sharing this...
In Spirit,
Bear
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beautiful and imaginative--how i miss my lightning bugs (what us yanks call fireflies). well done!
you don't see them much anymore
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
Bobbi
In Spirit,
Bear
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Reindeer
All my best, Dani
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Ch'erie
~Jackie~
Your old pal, Jenni