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