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