Firefly in the night,
growing dim, shining bright.
Sending messages, in insect code,
come and stay at my abode.
Flying here, flying there,
making art upon the air.
A beam of light, within the dark,
an ember glowing, like a spark.
Hypnotic visions, all aglow,
help me see your jagged flow.
Flights of fancy, are what I see,
as you continue, endlessly.
Until the dawn, grants you rest,
your endless dance, shows your quest.
Copyright 2016, John Paul Mueller