Through the dark,
under lofty tree tops,
across the night shadows
cast by the moon and the stars,
wasn't hot or even all that cold.
Invigorating, it spurred me on.
and yet nowhere.
The fireflies teased me with light,
Left, right, no... straight ahead,
Keep up, run faster if you can.
.... as fast as I can.
Running With The Fireflies by Jared Bratu is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.