Firefly Park...The Moon full and glowing silver.
Stars and planets shine,
The Season is Summer warm and humid.
I read of art and think to paint again,
Breach all the colorless barriers that surround me,
False walls of wisdom so heartless.
The lords and ladies of lightning dance the skies tonight,
Flickering greenish yellow among grass and oak and maple,
Childhood friends I look to every season.
As the Spring blossoms wilt and fade,
I understand that we all long for more than our short season,
This being the root of all fears of change.
Could we glow season after season,
Chasing dreams of love amid dancing fireflies,
The rustle of grasses at our feet in the breeze.
Write and paint and play your music!
Never stop,
Except to witness the Fireflies dance.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/06/2009
Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
