In the pitch- black of a moonless night,
From the woods travels a
beautiful sight,
Rising from the deep to
reach height,
Mesmerizing children and the
wise,
Emitting soft, radiant light.
Years wrap up and fold
backwards,
I remember I had caught one,
Between my little hands,
And would peek from the
finger-gaps
To see the little creature burning
bright.
Slowly, I would open up
fingers,
Only to let it go as it
flickers
To see winged luminous
light,
Nurtured by nature to be a
night guide
Creating a halo with
flawless free flight.
Revolting against the dark
of the night.
