“I watch the little spots of color / Dance around the night air / Like lightning bugs / Twirling into the night sky / And disappearing from sight.”
I watch the little spots of color
Dance around the night air
Like lightning bugs,
Twirling into the night sky
And disappearing from sight.
Sitting there, beside the stone circle,
I feel as if a heavy blanket
Is draped over my shoulders,
Warding the encroaching cold
From sinking beneath my skin.
I lean back, hair splayed over grass,
Listening to the snaps and crackles,
Watching the almost lightning bugs
Mimicking the specks of stars,
And trying to be them.