Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Catch The Golden Bug

Catch the golden bug
that floats in your eyes, spinning
webs throughout your mind

Can you see the sun
cascading off of the lake,
setting in your heart?
We all see beauty
within that vibrant color
of the brand new night

Can you see what I
see? Oh dear goddess of love,
this night is now ours

The blue moon rises
full in shape and the color
of your pretty dress

And flies of fire
burn bulbs of orange and yellow
and gold in our hands

Let us set them free
so Night may capture one, and
catch the golden bug.

1 comment:

  1. Evocative, great use of catching fireflies as a metaphor.