“We are but dust and shadows,
born to consume the fruits of the earth.” – Horace

Dreamer, when you catch your first firefly,
only let it go after
its light scorches your fingers,
and its legs bruise your hands.

Dreamer, when you walk your first daydream,
only let it go after
its fog waltzes with your mind,
and its sweetness sings you to sleep.

Dreamer, when you see your first shadow,
only let it know
that you blazed and beamed,
and that it has been a while.