Dusk

The last light of the day

Disapears from the sky

Now as the moon rises

The fireflies will fly

Light Talents all around

Giving them their glow

I watch as they dance and play

And wonder where they’ll go

Sitting back, I stare up

At the stary Never sky

Remembering all the times

I’d count them as a child

Sitting on the orphanage roof

With my brother by my side

We’d talk with our friends,

And sing Mum’s old lullaby

I smile at the memory

And brush away a tear

My hand clutching the gift from you;

The shell necklace I always keep near.

~~

Iridessa and her fireflies

Entry for one of Faith Fancypuff’s poetry challenges