FIREFLY

When the little lights on little wing,
go quietly into their nightly dance,
aglow, globes of amber-emerald
flame bouncing upon their backs,
so too do the children emerge from
the safety and seclusion of Man’s
borrowed fires and return,
within the spirit, to the light
of the mother, and source
of all beginnings, and take
to a dance all their own,
embracing the amethyst night
as a place of mystery and the mystic,
with strangely beautiful gifts,
and stories of magic and wonder,
where with a jar of glass
and a quick wrist, the flames
of those little candles,
will give rise to sparks of curiosity
in all wide and smiling eyes, and
as we are led out into the darkness
after them, we will learn to dance
beneath their lighting of our way.

– by Justin White –