Firefly 

 

The extraordinary stillness

of the quiet resounds,

a purple eclipse

by the moon;

she is spell bound.

 

Tortured and hurt 

but burning no more,

the gentle heart sways

has she been restored?

 

So gentle is the light

that illuminates the soul;

yet, the school,

it swam,

and beached themselves on-shore.

 

...so listen for the rhythm 

of the quiet voice within

tortured and loose,

is the man who tries to fit in.

 

Swallow, shallow, dipping and diving

take flight now

follow your heart

to where your soul is guiding.

 

little Bear x

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