Stream of Consciousness
Fireflies and Moonlight
The soft wind rustles the trees as the moon rises into the dark sky, sprinkling stars across the velvet canvas. The darkness of night provides a dramatic back drop for the fireflies dancing everywhere, like tiny sparks that have escaped a flickering fire. She feels the warmth of the borrowed light illuminating her shadow on the ground and as she walks alone, the moon pulls her heart to the surface and the tears start welling up in her eyes. They fall out and down her face in a race for freedom, leaving shiny tracks behind.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
