I think there will be fireflies flying,
Shining their enigmatic light,
Illuminating the field,
and your grave.
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.
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.
I cry for you,
I don't have anyone to dream with,
I don't 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 painful memory in me,
This cold December night,
I remember of you,
and myself together.
[-] My first published poem back in December 2004. Since I have lots of new readers, enjoy this 'reprint' and wait for my first poem collection to be available in a few weeks.
[+] My dear bro Fred and fellow musicians from around the world composed the poem into a song for the Ghost Particle Project. Download the song for free here;[DAYMOON-GPP]
[-] As mentioned by my buddy VJ, I'm involved in a small accident while on the way to work on Thursday, will tell all about it next week, till then have a wonderful weekend!