Fireflies in the Garden of Twilight

The velvet weight of twilight descends,

Upon the weary frame of day,

And holds the world in golden thrall,

While fireflies begin their wandering dance.

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The heat of noon remains a ghost,

Upon the porch of summer wood,

A gentle guest within the host,

Of moments lived as best I could.

*

A lamp of living light ignites,

Above the tall and swaying stalks,

To chart the course of liquid gold,

That shimmers like the dark expanse,

Of some forgotten sea.

*

The shadows lengthen on the lawn,

Where busy spirits roam alone,

Before the stars of night are drawn,

To claim a kingdom of their own.

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I watch the blinking of the swarm,

They navigate the heavy dew,

The atmosphere is soft and warm,

And painted in a deep, purple hue.

*

My spirit finds a vast expanse,

Within the garden of the mind,

To join the rhythm of the dance,

And leave the noisy world behind.

*

No heavy burden marks the time,

No ticking clock demands my soul,

The heavens sing a silent rhyme,

That makes the broken spirit whole.

*

I am a pilgrim in the dark,

Who gathers grace from tiny fire,

And every glow and every spark,

Fulfils the deepest of desire.

*

The meadow holds a secret flame,

Beneath the dome of endless blue,

Where only silent wonders grow,

And all the earth is born anew.

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My soul is wide as open sky,

Content to watch the embers fade,

To let the passing moments fly,

Within the cool and grassy shade,

Of this late and perfect hour.