Silken the whisper
of fire fly wings
caressing my ears
with the moiré
satin of evening.

The jewels
of their courtship,
those tiny winking
emerald beacons
seduce me.
My eyes close
plunging me spinning
as I dream that I can fly…

Softly, through
raw painted velvet skies
soaring past gravity’s
crushing burden
I glide above the roof.

all below me,
aerial the view
enhances my

I await
the crescent moon’s rising.
Her haunting opal light
the night
for the fireflies
and me.



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