A quiet now fallen,
pitch black still,
the movement
will now ascend.

The fireflies come
one by one, and together
the crescendo
enchants

Their pattern of
light. In a mystical
night they blink 
round and around

The flicker and
twirl, circle and
whirl, never to make
a sound

So come with me to
the firefly dance
Let their charming
become your own. 

Let them take you
where others have
tried, but few
have ever known

Copyrighted: 2004 CMM