Firefly

I thought it was a firefly
flying low in a distant sky
off i strode towards the light
with such great haste and might
it had been years since i last witness
i was eight years old then, I guess
nothing too significant to say
it just feels better when the cement was clay

nostalgia bites like
when an old song is being played.
it quickly captures you into
a world with white and grey shade
i just miss their sight
the fondness of their light
the blinking beauty
of that flickering light.