Like Fire Flies dancing in the night,
Desperate lovers flit about,
finding each other in random glory.
Two become one, merging their luminescence
In a brilliant flash of radiant bliss,
Bravo, to them I say,
filled with joy that they’ve found their mate.
But all too soon their lightning dims
and they part again,
Dancing in the dark until a new pair
meet and glow anew.
I wonder, staring at these glowing flickers as they dance,
why, if such beauty they create,
do they part again so quickly?
Why is their love not strong enough to bind?
Dichotomy
Contrast
Illusion
This nightly dance is as much of sadness as joy.
For even as each merging of the light
signals the joy of new found love,
the glow fades all too quickly,
leaving only the cold of night.
Then they wait for the lightning to strike anew,
darting toward a new and incandescent flash,
only to meet, and part again.
I pity these glowing orbs,
these lightning bugs as they dance at night.
To us, they seem as afflicted in curse as Tantalus,
never to truly taste the fruit,
or to drink of the refreshing waters of love.
I was once just so cursed,
but in my true lover’s arms,
I am freed of that nightly dance,
and may now sit, with her,
watching the Lightning Bugs flicker in the dark.
