’round back the church
at the dawn of night
the children danced
in the fading light
they jumped and squealed
‘neath darkened skies
trying to catch
the fireflies
one boy was different
no jumps or play
he watched the light
as it passed away
contentment on
his youthful face
to just take in
the evening’s grace
the others failed
try as they might
in vain attempts
to catch the lights
but not the boy
he caught them all
they’re with him still
at each nightfall
