gently ripples
the thin fabric
of your
dress....
You race with delight
into the sweet
evening air
through the warm
evening air
chasing
after
fireflies....
in an open jar
and look at them....
One crawls onto your finger
and looks back...
it seems to smile
for a moment,
resting on your finger,
at peace,
trusting,
and it flashes its magical glow
and flies away....
It knows
what all the fireflies
and creatures of the land
know
about you....
The Jar
is always
Open....
Sapphire Skyes and Dragon's Eyes.... Poetry for Sapphire