These are the days the lightning bugs
return— flash bright their sacred

language, silent
in humid summer dusks.

In a melody only seen,
they witness one another,

surrendering all senses as their soft
pale chartreuse lights swell.

Their rhythm in the hush— warm.
With faith, they transmit

hidden truths scrolled
across black skies,

and for fleeting
moments,
each becomes visible.