transient lights

(just another sad poem... words, however, still defy this profound moment. a futile attempt)

Head nestled in a soft soft pillow,
My mind was getting ready for dreams,
But the words I heard from your lips,
Banged inside me like gongs,

Nicotine couldn't snuff it out,
Neither can melodies of love,
And Night invited me to share,
With her Sublime melancholy.

I stepped out the back door,
Looking at plants that were once green,
Vaguely colored with nocturnal shades
While they gave off that nightly smell.

And then I cheered when I saw,
A throng of fireflies swirling the mist.
I skipped my way towards the lights,
Thought maybe I'd catch a a glower or two.

Maybe I'd hold one in my hands,
And let her warmth engulf my chill
She'll bring delight to my eyes
And perhaps a tad bit of peace

But daylight came to my utter dismay,
And the glowing swarm flew away,
My hands empty as I stood there,
Melting in the heat of day.

:(