Like Fireflies Of Old Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Closing these poetical blue, green, gray eyes
possibly for a final time, not ever knowing
what will happen through the night.

Effervescent dreams being prolonged through
interior rhythms alighting in beautiful and
positive thoughts.

Flitting about the atmosphere like fireflies
of old being caught as a child when still
living in New Jersey.

Living atop a mountain, seventy-five acres
of peace, quiet and serenity, always being
one with nature growing up.