my thoughts are fireflies when i think of you
wandering aimlesly
but bright
and beautiful
nonetheless
a soft glow against the dark night sky
that brings me home.
so i run after it
skipping and jumping until finally
it’s caught between my fingers
i cherish that moment of anticipation
before you open your hands
to find it waiting there
and you can never hold it long enough
before it escapes and floats back off onto the
black canvas of the night
blending in with the stars
maybe you’ll see it again one day
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 5:34 PM UTC
my thoughts are fireflies when i think of you
wandering aimlesly
but bright
and beautiful
nonetheless
a soft glow against the dark night sky
that brings me home.
so i run after it
skipping and jumping until finally
it’s caught between my fingers
i cherish that moment of anticipation
before you open your hands
to find it waiting there
and you can never hold it long enough
before it escapes and floats back off onto the
black canvas of the night
blending in with the stars
maybe you’ll see it again one day
this poem might be one of my favorites
