I am lost amongst fireflies.
I wonder if they know
I hear their wings beating in the still air and
I see the technicolor dreams flitting on their wings and
I want nothing more than to grasp one and hold it and know it’s mine.
I am lost amongst fireflies.
I pretend that I understand when
I feel the brush of a shadow at the tips of my fingers.
I touch the darkness and it sings to me and
I worry that I have gone mad but I remember that it no longer matters.
I cry still, when the voices fade, and mourn that
I am lost amongst fireflies.
I understand
I say too many things I don’t really mean, but still,
I dream of a silent world strangled in the blackness and even as
I try to remember what I called myself before,
I hope to find the truth, but
I am lost amongst fireflies.