Friday, 8 July 2011

Fireflies

Floating quietly amid the dust motes of reality they wait,
forever held in the moment they were formed,
then shattered when we woke.

Walking on clouds; running down corridors;
trying to find that which was lost, a kiss, a touch,
all swimming together now, just waiting for sleep's arrival.

Like fireflies they gather, singing sweet melodies,
yet heard only from within, fragments; slivers;
the shimmering shards of a dream.
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7 comments:

  1. Martin8 July 2011 at 20:27

    I like your fireflies : )

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  2. Spyros Heniadis8 July 2011 at 20:28

    I live this. You captured it perfectly. It is beautiful.

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  3. Spyros Heniadis8 July 2011 at 20:29

    Eek. Live=love.

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  4. Thought-Les11 July 2011 at 09:11

    shards of a dream... indeed... :-)

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  5. The Linnet16 July 2011 at 18:09

    Thank you for your lovely comments.

    Martin, I am so glad you do too!

    Thanks Abi :)

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  6. Gerard McHugh19 July 2011 at 18:45

    An angry stray mastiff stood growling between me and my favorite firefly sanctuary the other night. I drove it off, but returned up the hill, forgetting my little lantern-bearing friends. Your poem brings them back to me, and I will return, mastiff or none.

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  7. The Linnet23 July 2011 at 14:47

    Thanks Gerard :)

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