Your light shone the summer past,
where midday wouldn't fade as fast,
and your glory bespoke the stars,
and you shone on earth amid the stars.
When night finally lay on us,
your light flew and we could trust
that life would treat us well,
and your wings our stories would tell.
We reached out and bethought of love,
as we flew with you high above
in spirit and mind; our hearts didn't yearn
because the fireflies healed our burns.
The face I love you friends did form,
as lightning in my hands did swarm,
making clouds of lighted mist,
filling Summer's night with joy and bliss.
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