Fireflies fill the night skies.
The wind is warm and light.
I stand alone beneath the stars,
This peaceful June night,
And wonder if stars are really,
The souls of ancient beings,
Who look upon the plight of man,
As a show with histrionic scenes.
In the expanse of time and space,
The lives of earthly men,
Must seem so trivial to a star,
Who’s seen from now to then.
Will stars recall when we looked up,
And stared into their gaze?
Will they remember who we were?
Will they remember us always?
Do we remember the fireflies,
Which danced before our eyes?
On summer nights while time passed by,
Did they gaze into our eyes?
Do not forget those fireflies,
Though trivial they may seem,
In the many nights of our lives,
They come and go like a dream.
Yet, if we don’t remember them,
Or moments while we live,
Who could hope for the stars to gaze back,
And watch us while we live?
And recall when our time runs out,
The beauty of existence.
How each life’s spark was beautiful,
In these skies of happenstance,
Where we all danced for awhile.
K. Aldaya, 6/9/16
Picture: By Steed Yu for National Geographic; http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photo-of-the-day/fireflies-stars-night/