In the balmy evenings,
When dusk begins to shroud daylight,
Twinkling lights appeared
At random spots
And in random moments.
They were like stars
That descended to my surrounds.
It was so tempting to catch them,
To capture my own light!
In my palm, one sat blinking
Like dreams that come and go
Weaving its magic with my desires
That blink out before fulfilment.
I chased the fireflies of my life
And they became my captives
Inside the glass jar of my wants
To be kept with me for ever
And to dust magic into my days.
But, alas, my foolishness!
The light dimmed in the jar
And the fireflies winked out one by one,
Leaving me waiting for the day
I sight more fireflies
And start dreaming more dreams.