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
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John Mueller is a freelance author and technical editor. He has writing in his blood, having produced 123 books and over 600 articles to date. The topics range from networking to artificial intelligence and from database management to heads-down programming. Some of his current offerings include topics on machine learning, AI, Python programming, Android programming, and C++ programming. His technical editing skills have helped over more than 70 authors refine the content of their manuscripts. John also provides a wealth of other services, such as writing certification exams, performing technical edits, and writing articles to custom specifications. You can reach John on the Internet at [email protected].
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John, reading your poem was like a breeze.
I was in the flow from the first word. I also watched a firefly and found that the poem was a true reflection.
Would you let me copy it and put it on my Facebook with explicit credit given to you?
Yes, you can create a copy on your Facebook page with proper attribution. Make sure that you include the copyright notice for the poem and a link back to my blog.
John