firefly firefly

the firefly flies in complete oblivion.

or does it so?

There its flows,

it goes and goes.

does it know the admiration,

it does receive from man?

the attention we give it?

the excitement it brings?

it lights the darkness of the night,

and the depth of a soul.

so natural it moves

so fluid it grooves

moving to its own beat.

a surprise they are;

lighting when it lights.

a little hello

a little peek a boo.

a miracle,

a great surprise,

how beautiful one can be.

to not be wrapped up in the way it looks,

to be,

to just simply be.

we realize

the real beauty lies

in being free.

as a tear came to my eye.

when I see that light

I never want to say goodbye.