fireflies

The Summer Breeze

a distant glowing
an enchanted house nestled
within the old trees
a breeze moves the Tanzaku
Fireflies light the Furin way

The warm embers of what was,
a smouldering log glows.

All around the log of you,
there lies the darkened ash.

You, continuing to burn,
the ash of what has been.

The Fireflies do support you,
dancing around your glow.

The log of you splits apart,
igniting your life fire.

lights in the darkness
their wings illuminated
little fireflies dance

The forest listens for the vibrations of music;
soon, the time will pass, and she will come.

The music of her love for them starts to play;
sad faces brighten as feet touch the soil.

The dancing to honour the forest and her loves;
she spins and twirls with the Fireflies tonight.

The trees never stir as the fire burns along;
they stand tall, watching and listening.

Under the Southern stars
where the moonless sky meets the desert
The fireflies dance for us

Infectious, we begin to stand up
by the warmth of the fire, we move
Dancing freely with the fireflies

Between scents of wood
you come to me as a living ghost
speaking to me, yet close

to the unconsciousness
of death and all that they desire
for the quota must be met

I dream of you tonight
caught within the ghostly fireflies
lighting the fiery darkness