Thursday, December 30

December Fireflies

Sometimes, somewhere,
I think there will be fireflies flying,
Shining their enigmatic light,
Illuminating the field,
and your grave.

Sometimes, here,
I wonder whether fireflies are real,
Whether they shine in joy or pain,
Whether they resemble our feelings,
Or maybe they are the dead souls of you
and in time, me.

Sometimes, then,
A long time ago beside the river,
The clear water reflected a dream,
One vision that would come true someday,
Then, that was the time we were young,
and full of dreams.

Sometimes, now,
I cry for you,
I dont have anyone to dream with,
I dont have you to guide me,
or walk along me, as we reach that dream,
Happy days are rare,
For there is one less star in the sky,
Another painfull memory in me,
This cold december night,
I remember of you,
and myself together.

- Gp
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1 comment:

E T E R N I T Y said...

fireflies talking their feelings out
either being happy or sad
they are emitting the same out
with all our dreams in our mind
and the days we were together
seeing our life beyond...
though we are not together now...
sweet memories will stay long
lets be happy it happened
and not sad it ended

when

it rains around the world sleep welcomes the dream, and  enigmatic souls awaken along the eternal shores of destiny