Nightlights and Fireflies

The nightlights remind me of fireflies.
To those bittersweet childhood summer days.
I wasn't afraid of grabbing a hold of the fire.
I wanted to be burned.
I would stare in awe, at twilight.
Only this place filled with southern magic
could make me feel so lost and dazed.
I wanted to glow like the mystical bugs.
Maybe, they could teach me how to be forever.
I couldn't describe the emotions then.

Not with my weak fingers.
And my childish thoughts.
I knew no wrong or right.
I just knew the colors.
The swirling colors of the sun.
It wasn't quite fear.
Nor was I sad.
I was struck in timeless captivation.
For life could be so beautiful.

Sometimes, when I walk at night.
Holding myself close.
Dreaming of those nights.
Where I would stand there until
the magic began to spun.
And, those fireflies would dance around me.
Telling me tales of things I couldn't
comprehend.

Oh, the stories they used to tell.
I would slide into bed, wanting to fly.
Wishing I could be that beauty in someones eye.
My dreams were created.
Wound around spiderwebs and cotton fields.
Those hot days still scorch my skin.
I caught my soul in a jar.
Watching the flame flick away.

I felt a sadness that they would die away.
Being caged.
I wanted to capture its sweetness.
I wanted to light the night.
The sing a tune that would be heard.
I laid in the grass staring up at the sky.
There was more than stars to give us flight.

I can't take back that moment.
Nor, could I see them again.
I've become a queen of ice and snow.
To never see those beautiful creatures flying
across the night sky.

I'll never forget.
I reached my hand out.
Touching one.
Not afraid I would get burned.
But, hoping it was real.

• On Monday, June 15, 2009, lovechild (43) wrote:
  
  i found you through distorted reality's faves and I do believe you are a very purposeful writer, as if you have something the world will not hear; yet if they did it would change them somehow... I don't know if that makes any sense to you, but when these things come to me, they come in vague notions that are hard to express in words, especially without face-to face communication. But I will add that you are very prolific and pensive in your poetic voice
  
  
• On Monday, April 27, 2009, Distorted_Reality (143) wrote:
  
  ah I give in already. *clicks the evil heart shaped button* I'm sure you know what that means ;)
  
  
• On Monday, April 27, 2009, Distorted_Reality (143) wrote:
  
  This really is magical. The descriptions are very well written and unique. I've read it a couple times over now. :D I think I'm in love. Very few poems lately have made me feel this way. Thankyou. ~Ariel~
  
  
• On Sunday, April 26, 2009, heartdripsblack (682) wrote:
  
  I have absolutely no words for this. ~ hdb.
  
  
• On Saturday, April 25, 2009, YourLuna (32) wrote:
  
  i completely agree with mab.i also think that this feels magical.
  
  
• On Saturday, April 25, 2009, Mab (1198) wrote:
  
  I felt this...the whole "caught my soul in a jar" stanza really brought it home for me. A profound longing to touch...to FEEL something as mesmerizing as a firefly and to watch our childhood fascination get burned by the years...lovely piece,hon.