Tiny lights floating in and out,
little stars glowing in the darkness of night.
Fire flies.
Moving through the air,
like sitting ducks on a pond or a lake.
They compare to the stars above,
and relies
they aren't game at all.
Fire flies.
Finding their defeat,
they turn out their small light
and turn into solitude for the night.
They are fire flies,
not stars in the night sky.
Lightning bugs,
not millions of miles away.
Fire flies.
Defeated in comparison to the stars,
but have their tiny hope to share.
A tiny light,
a little reminder of the stars through city streets,
that someday will be among the stars.
Fire flies
Written at four in the morning for a good friend of mine. He was telling me what the sky looked like and I just kind of drifted, and being half asleep with an idea in mind it had to be written down.
ReplyDeleteThank you Riley for the inspiration. Sorry I saw your text three hours after you sent it. I had fallen asleep.