Dancing Fireflies
I was sitting before my bedroom window,
Gazing into the night sky,
When the stars put on a brilliant show.
They danced and leapt with desire,
They shone with radiance
Those bright, burning fires.
All of a sudden a chill ran up my spine,
A weird feeling irked and bothered
That formally calm mind of mine.
The moon looked utterly peculiar,
It darkened and shrunk,
What was happening I was not sure.
The moon appeared so meek,
As it dropped out of the sky without confidence,
It was fearfully weak.
In the distance I heard screams,
Had the moon crashed down upon earth?
I hoped everything wasn’t as it seemed.
All of a sudden my world went black,
And I succumbed to fear,
For hope I mysteriously lacked.
I remember the awe in which I stood,
The way it crumpled and fell without struggle,
Like I knew nothing should.
Now at night, the world lives in dark,
Man’s actions have consequences,
And our carelessness has left its mark.
I remember the day before the moon fell out of the sky,
The stars blazed with hope
The graceful, dancing fireflies.
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Out of the Sky - A Collection of Descriptive Poems
PoetryRemember when the moon fell out of the sky? Remember when you admired the perfect features of your porcelain doll? Remember when someone unlikely opened your eyes to see the truth? Try to remember.
