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Fireflies

“Fireflies”

I feel so profoundly disturbed
When I see the rain pouring down
In the sunlight where I am alone
On a walk through the cemetery.
I hear the silent graves weeping
With voices that may be my own.
Am I dying, or have I gone insane?
I hear them say I’ve been talking to myself,
And they all are laughing at the way I look
In such company as I walk along the green.

I never saw the fireflies they mentioned.
But there are shadows in my field,
A deeper dark in the depths of coming night,
Where they say I’ll see those men with their needles
When my mind dies in the glow of the fireflies…

I wonder if I’ll see the moon through my windowpane
When I’ve lost my way home among the ghosts again.
My love is fading, and I do not know if its something I can save.
I want to make the sunshine, but the night is deep,
As I sail through the rain to the border of some far-off country
Where voices have lost their way.
No matter how I try to hear them, I cannot extinguish
The glow of what the dead said were the fireflies
In the needles who speak so softly
Of a place where I may rest within the hours of the hills:
Just watch the hills…
To the hills, it will be but a moment…

Waking in the haze of your traces
With the scent of death upon my lips—
I wonder…will you fade as everything else?
Are you an image, or are you the same?
I do not know what exists…I do not know…
There is a presence beside me….
But when I turn to face it
There is only light…the light of the fireflies.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle
Written by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
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