Tonight there will be fireflies.
Gaia's gifts; dreams for gods and men.
They'll drift slyly as we're sleeping
For this is the start of "and then-"
Lovers tonight will whisper sounds
Discovery, the slide of sheets
Tracing curves, evening afterthoughts
Seal broken hearts with new concrete.
The child tonight creates a world
Where shadow-men dance across leaves
To bow before the Faerie Queen,
Who paints fall colors on the trees.
The old one tonight speaks softly,
Her dreams to a deafening world
For she will be gone by morning
Ashes to Ashes, Death's scepter curled.
Fireflies, the briefest blinking,
Shards of fire; hesitant, bold light.
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