it took the thunder cracking fear of life
and the branch that never struck the forests floor
for me to peak beyond my screen
and find the living lights once more
inside the dark outside
the subtle fire flies alive in flight
beckon me upon my porch of sorts
me thinks: what a sordid short lived torch
to live and burn and fly and die
and all within one tiny night
then me looks up to the sky july
a strange connection inside my mind
in the woods and up above: these twinkling lights....
now I know what becomes ...of fire flies
