Magic

As the peace of evening descends on the earth

The fireflies start to blink spreading tiny beacons

Dancing in the air, the trees, close to the grass

First here then there and there is no way to capture 

The magic they spread to the night, a photo 

Does no justice to that briefest of blinks that dot the yard

Maybe it's because their so near, maybe it's because they are

Scattered over such a space, maybe it's our belief

Of the light shining in the darkness and the light is 

Not put out but dances through the air to our hearts

A reminder of all that is mystery in the peace of the night