Snap!

Sparks fly like fireflies of the horizon

Swirling in song of dance with each other

For I am merely a spectator sidelined

Off of reflective lens that dances in the iridescent night

The moon stagnant and frozen as the hot summer air lays still

Fireflies swarm and bellow as my own memories

Remembrance of the past waiting to be gripped 

Within my swathing unattended barren palms

Snap!

The winding, spinning, pairing of tires sail away

Swaying behind, the loose chain is dragged upon the asphalt

Like an angel of feathered wings within the crispin hour 

Soaring, flying, I combust within the air and,

Conjoin with the lone lamp post strict and immovable 

Robust on the lonesome corner of the lonesome child

Snap!

Twinkling lights of white shimmer

The liquified wax of the singular elongated candle

Drips as tears against the pounding invitation of crystalline snowflakes

Flush within the plethora of prickling olive pine

Globes dangle as glowing sensations reflect off the spheres, 

Silent as the night

And stiffly clutches each memory of a lost life within

The gaze of my very own eyes fixated on the void

Waves of the azure pupils frosted over

As the stream of the river ceases

Snap!

For as life is lonesome as the dawn of the night

The importance comes from finding self happiness

The world rotates continuously with or without

So breathe deep and enjoy each night as your last

And catch the wandering fireflies burning of ash