FIREFLIES

These tiny lights that flitter
And loop within their glitter
In the night of late summer
Might cause one to gaze and wonder,
How precious are these little things,
These bobbies that glide on wings
As though in a curious dance
Of summer pleasure and romance.
How like life these creatures seem,
A fantasy in life's short dream
These aero lights that soar and fly
In the summer's evening sky.
With no path one might discern
And seemingly, not much to learn
But in truth they have direction
That simply escapes our detection.
Some lives wander aimlessly
As if lost on life's great sea
With no boundaries or any goals
And never recognize the tolls
Which are the price we all must pay
For things we do and things we may
Allow within our own purview,
Some things better if not true
But in the end their course was clear,
Their destination, far or near,
Was always in the line of sight
As the fireflies of the night.

~Robert E Browne~

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