Rainforest hides its lights on humid nights
As we reside where jungles died.
My open window and my light entices fireflies in flight.
Their flashing nearly blinds me yet
They pass inside mosquito net.
For fairyland has sprung about my bed
Above my head. Transfixed I lie.
Suspended thus in starriness
Each silent floating living spark
Reclaims the magic of the dark.
My blinded eyes see fireflies
In bright moonbeams spilled on my dreams.
As one once blessed in sacred sight
Foreverness I caught tonight.
Copyright Patsy Coverdale 2013