Fireflies

This summer day has come to an end

With the bowing of the sun

The weighted air is so thick and moist

There's a momentary hush, then the darkness comes

Here I stand in the middle of this journey

Beneath this falling net of night

I pause and listen as the crickets start their music

And I feel as though my eyes, are starved for light

At first I'm startled by this bit of silent lightning

Like an illusion before my eyes