Baby firefly is sailing
On a yellow maple leaf . . .
Headed by soul
Sometimes up and sometimes low.
A reflection is hiding
Behind lake of it's eyes,
While staring scattered planets . . .
Face to face with the sunset.
No welcome and no goodbye
Among the field of gray clouds
A baby firefly
Dreaming along silver line.
BS
6:22 pm
12 October 2009
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