firefly

Firefly,
If I wanted my dull little room
lit up,
I'd rather buy a candle
And search the forgotten corners
By its flickering light, for secrets
I buried away
With music and shadow:

Your radiance is not to
set them
aglow.

But as I stand at my doorway,
Leaning out to touch
And be touched
by your flickering warmth
I would rather watch
as you fly away,
and see the little spotlit patches
of night--
Shining briefly,
dressed in brevity's perfection--
as you pass through them.

And watching, brush fingers
still fluttering from your touch.