Flying FireA Poem by Sanctuary DementiaIn the light of the moon the fireflies come out to play, as little children watch as they sit upon a man-made sleigh. Slowly the fireflies light up the night in a magical dance, though they can never light the night like the moon, it is something they can enhance.
The children stare and watch as these small little bugs dance and twirl, the light these little bugs give are as precious as a small pearl. Eyes open wide seeing the lights dip and swerve, yet thse few moments will always be in the mind forever preserved.
Slowly the little bugs begin to fall away and die, though the smiles will be in everlasting supply. The children brush the dirt from their pants, and follow each other one by one like so many ants.
They will ask their parents why the glowing ones went away and with smiles on their faces the parents tell them to go back the next day. So when the next day arrives, and the children go out to play, and watch as the fireflies come out again in a new array.
And so they dance upon the evening air, and avoid the next snare, as the children try to catch them to compare! As the night drags on they slowly fade away, and their beauty will never fade into the grey.
And so with smiles bright and their feet moving to a happy song; the children dance away with smiles wide as they move along. © 2011 Sanctuary DementiaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 19, 2011 Last Updated on April 19, 2011 AuthorSanctuary DementiaNMAboutMisery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..Writing
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