And in my travels
I've come to land
atop a dais
in your blue hand
A willing captive
no bars to enkeep
show off my radiance
so that you can sleep
Hidden from sight
and truth selfsame
forfeit excuse
revere the blame
A light in dark
bright hot and white
released from thrall
freedom of night
The palm is open
awaiting return
my light flashes
but never will burn
Copyright: Brian Pellerino 2005
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Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2005
This is so cute and my nephew when he was four thought that God gave the lightning bug his light as a stop light so the other bugs would not run into him.
I enjoyed this Brian..it reminded me of when I was a child
and I would catch lightning bugs in a jar and sometimes keep them overnight in my room. Thanks for bring back some good memories.
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and I would catch lightning bugs in a jar and sometimes keep them overnight in my room. Thanks for bring back some good memories.
~Linda