Written with the original title "Firefly" though after completing the verse, it no longer seemed as applicable as it did when I started. I may use it for future lines, if the words and rhythms come together. Also written in part because of a gentle push from a stranger... thank you... your anticipation of my next post helped open the ink gates.
Firefly (working title)
Sweetly scented wind in sun
Grass and vine sway in the breeze
Stream o'er bedrock loves to run
Leaves all giggle with the trees
Quiet still and thinking oft
Seeing worlds within his own
Fiery soul yet speaking soft
Till the need for sharper tone
Waning sun and waking moon
Stars gaze Earthward from their height
Darkness deepens none too soon
Shadows dance in failing light
Sneaking out at dusk to play
Eyes aglow in pure delight
Naught but evil be his prey
Ever will he wage this fight
- 04 June, 2009
*note to self* doesn't feel finished...
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