It’s nighttime in the countryside
And stars are glittering the sky.
The sun is fading, swiftly fading
As the moon becomes more dominant.
I soon see nothing but pitch dark
And streams of lit-up fireflies.
I’m reminded of my younger years
When I used to think them fairies.
In innocence I never thought of mating
Nor the male’s need to impress.
I guess, they still hold awe for me
As my mind drifts toward old fantasies.
Deep into the sleeping grass
I fly away with one.
A castle looms up
Made of mossy rocks.
Pillars stand of pixie dust
With dandelion drawbridge.
We fly through in waves of
Yellow, green, pale red
To see a courtyard
With its lovers dancing.
Music plays out in a buzz
With strobe lights from their abdomens.
The King waits for us inside
His behind glowing as a supernova.
There, he knights me
But as I step upon one lost in reverie
And its guts pour out so luminous
I realize youth has all but faded
While the pieces slowly dim.