Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Stars wink out of existence
Butterflies fall from the sky
Rivers take the path of least resistance
My fancies are fireflies, —
Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.
A lake softly shimmering, in the evening's sunset glow,
Fireflies are dancing above it, moving swiftly to and fro,
Like a shower of confetti, they gyrate in a swirling mass,
Hovering over the surface, lightly humming as they pass.
I feel like the fireflies in an astonishing nightfall
Luminescing the lives of the travellers
Who crosses the path in the journey of life.
He stayed up half the night
collecting one hundred fireflies in a mason jar.
Just before midnight he unscrewed the lid
and released them inside the screen porch.
At ten I caught fireflies
in the Chicago night
cupping them in my hands
giving them to you
Pausing on a late trip to South Dakota
I pulled off of the highway
Somewhere in Kansas
And shut off the lights
Sentient species are few and far between
They learn to broadcast their presence
Even while testing their planetary limits
They fuse atoms to make terrible weapons