It was about last night;
When the stars were shining bright,
And the rippling lake winked at me,
As I sat under the shade of the bowerbirds’ delight.
A firefly came by;
Flashing emerald lights before my sight.
The darkness shone in rills of green,
As the little occult perched atop my knee upright.
The verdure earth encapsulated in a winged mystery,
Glittered into my eyes.
Clothed in an incorrupted glow,
Dancing in a concealed ecstasy of incongruous might,
In gentle strokes of flight, it flew.
It was such a lovely time,
And now it’s gone;
But I don’t know why.
The morning has gulped down the nets of dark,
And I lament the loss of my most beautiful night;
My pathos concentrated into pools of water,
Where the firefly had its last dance in fanciful delight.