Lying under the star riddled sky.
Across from the moonlit lake.
The aimless sea of constellations seem wry .
Yet they seem to take this one’s soul from its body.
Cleanse it.
Purify and season it with its wisdom, knowledge and beauty.
In an instant, it hits me.
I arise from this state.
Pondering into the abyss while mosquitoes of prior release their distinctive hiss.
As the last pebble is skipped across the water, It is clear what I must do.
Follow the small and abounding lights.
Because these fireflies will light my way home to you.