You little firefly
You, inherently are not shy, biding the moments until you shine light
A course or curse for direction for those that are bound to wondering night
The glowing spark of your being to remind us that stars aren't just beyond reach
To fly and be noticed in tiny increments , lessons of he could you teach
A span of life far opposite of the statement made last
A breath and a season and into the "Thereafter" you've passed
No tears left for better or worse
Only a next generation that must self nurse
You never cease to be a beacon of guiding light
Luring us where we dare not take flight
Sometimes to darker venues far from right
Sometimes to better by all, sometimes.
In a jar you'll find yourself made acquainted by human hands
To understand that which we can't be , what it is to be unplanned
To ponder the cause of your tiny existence, what is it?
In some form of metronome you'll light and cease, unknown effervescence.
I'll pause just to say, "Could you light my way?"
lead me to that which I knew not I wanted to claim
A blanket of soft grass beneath my humanic frame
A spectacle of contained combustion I'll let entertain
The freedom of mind can be such a crippling thing
Above two feet and below any wings
neither haloed or horned for anything more than dreams
interpretation boasts, disproves, adjusts, and claims
You, my little firefly though, a necessary reminding glow
Though you may land upon the spread of my outreached hand
You will not be captured for study, as I do when you're freed to go