I Am The Maker Of Fireflies (Poem)

I take these things

Rays of forgotten laughter entangled in skyward branches

Glints of ancient tears enrobed in half-trodden rocks

Shines of discarded prayers ensnared in hidden eyries

I place them in the chambers of my charred heart

Blackened from use as a philosopher’s stone

(You see or perhaps you never know that)

I am the maker of fireflies

I travel unnoticed on crowded streets and abandoned alleyways

Dispensing these to land in worried eyes on wearied shoulders

(This being everyone I pass)

So when you suddenly stop in wonder at a beloved smile

Or lift yourself with a stranger’s aid

Know that I walked by

(in every age someone does this

As fireflies are essential)