Firefly Halos Poem by Frederick Stadler

Fireflies of night and fireflies of day,
As water catches a rock with a crash,
Dancing on an island made
With the embers of the firepit's ash.

The flies of flame they circle 'round,
Going with the wind they ride.
Only making the quietest sound,
The silent world is on their side.

The waves they signal hope;
The lit flies they are but free.
Crashing as to cope
With the flight of those they see.

Adventurous nights and days,
Loving the island of heat,
People haloed by flies' light,
Each other they all do meet.