Don’t run away  -  open your heart
like a door and welcome in the night
with all her peculiar baggage.       Listen
                                                                   to the haunting cadence of crickets,
                                                                   how the moon pulls slender notes
                                                                   from their wings as she pulls shivering
                                                                   waves from the sea.
                            They sing of freedom.
They sing:      Release
                            all those memories you’ve trapped
                            like fireflies in mason jars - you ask
                            too much of those tiny flashes, expecting
                            them to guide you.       Stop
                                                                          trying to preserve
                                                                          their light   -  their beauty
                                                                                                      exists only
                                                                                                      in darkness.
Hear the promise of sunrise
in the crickets’ song.