My childhood was spent in glittering fields
full of fireflies and dreams.
As I raced against the night I was sure I would catch them both-
but hard lessons were learned when I held on too tight
and crushed the little sparks of light.
And tonight as the full moon comes ’round again,
That little girl reappeared — the wrinkles from her dress now
crease the corners of her eyes–
And in those lines, there is wisdom from lessons learned
while racing against the night–
of how to catch fireflies & let them go
And how to cling to the dreams — giving both life.