We used to glide amongst the fireflies
Slinking up the groove of leaves
Alight and burning in a night black sky,
Chasing the branches to the top.
We used to sparkle amongst the stars
Twinkling spheres of heat
Dancing in the dark of space
Ever higher toward the heavens, soaring.
We used to shine in the sun
Reflecting off our skin like rain
The scent of summer in our hair
And the days never ended, went on forever.
We kill ourselves for paper now
Giving all our light to someone else,
Under the artificial light we have created.
When all we want is to fly with the fireflies.
Soul Cancer Poetry 