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FIREFLY: A VISION, MAKING MYTHS [7]
That day was a soft blue azure,
And night a trifling more somber.

She sighed as she pulled the covers,
Up way up to cover her features.

This new solitude, undesigned intrusion,
She must come to terms with this siuation.

Now into the room serene, and dimly lit,
A lone firefly chose to wander and to flit.

Spreading his flame to absorb the room,
He thought of absolving her from gloom.

She awakened from sleep, all knowing,
She sensed his presence, fully glowing.

She pulled off the covers to stare in awe,
She was never one for old-school folklore.

"I am your guardian angel" he offered,
"Never be lonely, and never be tired."

"But always have faith
For this span on earth."

"Till we meet again
Adieu my sweet and gentle friend"

From bright to slight her space had faded,
But a seed of wonder was securely planted.

Was it in October? was it September
Hummm, I really do not remember.

FIREFLY: A VISION MAKING MYTHS [7]© gillena cox


Blog Hopping today with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ A Million Years Howl When Voices Whisper Among The Trees
Prompted by Sanaa


REVISIT
Making Myths 6
Making Myths 5
Making Myths 4