Through the infancy
I always craved for light
in the utter darkness
of the night
my father put a firefly in a sock
and hung it on a peg
And all through the night
it illuminated my dark hours
Next morning
after the peaceful sleep
I awoke to see
that little light still glowing
but lifeless....
Next night on wards
I began to sleep without light
yes, without firefly light.
yet illuminated me always
like a lamp swayed in the storm
dreams come and go
I still navigate
through the darkest oceans
without light
when awaken I still see
that lone light
of the dead firefly
which once brightened my dark sleep
in the calm distance.
I never did that for my children
Its a banned dominion now
A domain of lamenting light
lullaby of a lonesome wind...
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