twilight evanescence

for a single fleeting moment,

my eyes found you in the dusk;

a stolen star,

lingering,

lazy and seductive

to decorate my twilight.

I was a heavy and fallen blue,

you, my homing beacon,

my will-o’-the-wisp-

my Fata Morgana.

I thought we were both flying,

but you were the only one with wings.

I wish I had tried harder to fit you in my jar.

I blinked.

you disappeared.

your luminance, my reference point,

gone.

and I, wretched and the empty sort of black,

stared into the dark,

searching for my

flash in the pan.

my firefly love.