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JohnDuffyASY Feb 10
We once danced like the glowing Lampyridae

Bathing in the molten heat of a new fire

While walking hand in hand
Down loves panoramic highways

Flames of belonging and such sensuous fire

Lit and consumed our aura's

But when the winter of our love season arrived

With the familiar sound of jingle bells

Announcing our Oak wedding anniversary

On that particular sunrise
On December the fifth

That mesmerising spell broke like the mythical Sword of Elendil

And my world
Shattered

So blue is my new season watching the midnight Lampyridae dance

Alone
In the silvery moonlight

Like a young Gene Kelly and Rita Hayworth
As we once did

While my life slowly drifts
South

After I lost you
My world and the only thing that once mattered

Wandering lost in my mind's so many labyrinths filled with our hieroglyphs

As I stand alone on
Death's high cliff

When I remember that first time we met

On that beautiful night  
When our souls were ordained by God's light

(C)
Copyright John Duffy


(Lampyridae: Firefly)
#grief
Firefly Jan 2016
I stroke these flames,
And pat my tail,
Tapping the dust away.
I whisper to these dead flames,
And look above,
Begging for the relieve by day.
No longer do I glow in Night,
It was sudden, this cold,
And the darkness in here scares me,
The flutter of my wings echo in hollowed oak,
Making me jump,
Making me wish to rip them from this back,
If only I could reach; stretch further,
But ah! I cannot.
But as my heart took another leap,
And I saw shadows on my wooden walls,
I looked to the skies with watering eyes,
As seven billon lights floated in the night,
And the world was lit,
As if it were day.
A smile appeared to my lampyridae lips,
I was barely conscious of the wind leading me away,
I was humming a beautiful melody of my forefathers,
A song sung with the restoration of hope,
The world can light itself during dark!
They are finally here,
People! Man! **** sapiens!
And the world has lit the dark for them,
The sun is warm;
The wind is sweet, for them.
And though sad, we are happy to no longer be needed,
We love this world, but others await, dormant, eager to be lit.
So we disappear this day,
Hardly noticing the return of bioluminescence,
Etching in our memories,
Seven billion stars and the Moon's beautiful crescence.

                      Love and Light
                            from firefly
There are currently more than 7 billion people in this world, who are capable of producing bioluminescence when they do good deeds; help each other_; hug someone who is sad, give that homeless guy on the street warm blankets and hot soup, take an orphaned child in and love him as your own, give a sweet rose to a girl crying because the "beautiful" skinny girl at her school called her ugly..... Will we ever be seven billion but one...and not one species separated so thoroughly?
Please love! Please produce light! Please let's change.

Crescence was a word used by H. Brooke in his poem 'Universal Beauty' ...a poem this one is only a meek imitation of....I'll post it after this one, please read :)
Jude Jan 16
Now that I have entered
  a new kind of wilderness,
the road I told myself to follow
  is no longer made out of bricks.

butterflies can’t be trusted,
nor can the whispering ghosts or
beaming Lampyridae that keep me company.

Soaked and lonely
I lie underneath the chattering leaves.
The branches stroking my hair
while I grow underneath the trees.

And as i call for an echo,
the jungle howls back.
I watched the documentary “A New kind of Wilderness” which inspired me to write something about growing up and leaving known soil behind.

— The End —