A quivering fluorescence of a firefly
Once trapped in a child’s palm
Let go into the sky.
A drop of a heavenly highlight
Bounced off from a lover’s cheek.
An aged paper lantern
Turned saggy-soft over the years
No longer a winter white
Glowing a creamy-buttery glow.
And an unsteady pool of torchlight
Still making its way through
An endless midnight rail track.
