Fireflies

We used to watch the fireflies

When they shone against the black of night

And gave summer a rare magic

With their sacred neon rite

It was an affinity we shared

A privilege we understood

To watch them flit about

Illuminating the darkened wood

To watch them was a gift

To the spectacle we would turn

And those magnificent fireflies

Required nothing in return

When I see them, I think of you

When June ebbs into July

And the air smells sweet

As gentle sunsets tinge the sky

We no longer share them

Those magical summer nights

But I can feel you

In those hallowed glowing lights

They tell me now

The fireflies will be gone soon

And all their carefree magic

The song of the summer moon

Perhaps the glimmer of the stars

Will be the only magic left

When I see them I'll think of you

And the fireflies too