a light I held within my hands
no more than a firefly lit
but it burned so brightly
and lit two souls afire
that light grew o’er time
and replaced my sun
and each night it lay
next to the lonely moon
I slept beneath your light
that which we shared
and in mornings awoke
and basked in that fire
fresh mountain air stir
a mixture running brooks
now your firefly has flown
but I still have the moon
and each midnight dreams
of that fire we once shared
my love I keep the fire
and one day my firefly too
shall fly away toward Heaven
and I bring our fire with me

:: 04-03-2014 ::