Ummm...Surely you remember your childhood...do you encourage it to live inside you still...?
I've kept mine...I could not imagine having to go through my days holding fast to banality...or lost in the grip of bored nonconsideration...
That my friends would leave me unrecognizable to self and to you alike...
...heres to maintaining some level of innocent reflection...some level of the miraculous...
Near quiet sound of wing at night
Perhaps an owl's searching flight
That or bats whose flutters find
Rich banquet of the insect kind
Soft lights glow and downward fall
They wink angelic over all
Silent speech their program choice
Let lumination be their voice
Still that hush like sound of wing
Rapid strokes that quiet sing
Hypnotic harmonize the glows
That hover o'er this glade they chose
Another sound like running feet
Sprays of laughter non discreet
As children race into the yard
Displaying firefly's they've jarred
Thus the answer I had sought
Not just the firefly's they'd caught
But wrapped like gifts within the whole
Entirety nurtures my soul
I wrote this last night...as it bled into morning...I was thinking of the firefly's that I sat and watched the night before...in their luminous
procreative allure...they also held a seperate allure for me...
I honor them...and honor memories of catching them in jars...and running...and laughter non discreet that fled my lips and filled the all around...
edit on 31-5-2015 by YouSir because: the preview button is broken...