Fireflies

Everytime I look up
once in a while
I see stars forming rivers
as long as the Nile…

But then they move
and start dancing to the beat
made by the crickets and owls
in the cool night instead of
the scorching heat…

They start flying down
and “are stars supposed to fly?”
I wonder with a frown…

They look like embers of fire
made by pure desire,

They move gracefully
like butterflies…

And then and there
I decide
underneath the sky,
That I will call them
Fireflies…