My firefly

I didn't notice you at first. A quiet flicker

In the darkness of my night.

But as you turned up every sunset,

I began to look forward to your light.

And light you did. In the utter darkness

Your spark seemed to illuminate me,

Make my long and sleepless night

So much friendlier, much less lonely.

But just as i got used to you,

You stopped flying in to my window.

Did you burn out? Did you get hurt?

Or did you find somewhere else to go?

The other fireflies now seem too dull

None can ever have that special fire;

A million daily flit past my window

But you are lost out there somewhere.

Never lose your fire, my fly. Go, glow.

Light up another sleepless window.

Let your white fire wash another soul.

Work your magic. Make another woman whole.

~1 October 2012