Blink

The magic is about to begin again,
  fireflies glow, the delight of twilight.
Come down to show us watching,
  the love of light, chasing it through,
The path and into the trees, where a glen
  appears and you are surrounded by this,
Lovely thing where you never know. Where?
  where will it alight next, in the middle
Of the air, on the branch, by your feet,
  tumbling, bouncing, fun, come back.
Teach us the wonder of the grey light,
  to not see but to imagine again.