As dew drops of dreams
Fall on dusks of desire,
Your slow silent steps
Lead me to sweet-fire
memories, firefly fields.
Shimmering lost spaces,
And dense distances
of deep dark woods where
Millions of mini moons,
Cast fond spotlights on
That night, those dreams,
Tears, fears, kisses, arms.
Dawn’s curtain call
Unplugged my mini moons
I lost my way out, yet again
Lead me to sweet-fire
memories, firefly fields.
Oh lure me into could-have-beens
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