Fireflies

Fireflies

flickering by

ping, ping, ping, ping!

it is perfect music

Second there, second gone

light was shone

then the dawn

fell upon

In a box

in a house

be a mouse

scavenging

ravaging

crumbs are all around

There is not a sound

and silence is abound

so is the heart, away

with nothing much to say

Can't see fireflies

that want to dance

that want to play

from night to day

show the way

with pure harmony

passion disarming

Flicker, flicker, flicker

where are you?

thicker, thicker, thicker

is the fog

is the glue

Stuck in the box

glued to the door

can't see out the window

can't understand a bore

Cannot rearrange the chairs

to the wooden table

shadows cannot help

and weakened muscles are unable

Wasting, wasting, wasting

tasting and distaste-ing

basting, basting, basting

without fireflies

October 28th, 2012

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