post-dusk sky reverberates
a million lightning bugs
flitting, blinking in and out and in
printing a dazzling orchestral score
against a cloudless sky
and a wall of hilly meadows and trees

away from the city
like this
your head against my chest
reclining on me
left hands clenched loosely
lovingly
our own boko-maru

away from civilization
the way of life i’ve always known
surrounded by nature
and silence
and you
your voice resounds with such clarity
when you tell me those three words
i’m at peace

and i swear that each time a firefly pops
off then on then off again
i can hear the notes being played
strings, piano, gentle brass
ephemeral ambient undertones
never repeating yet clearly connected
pieces of a greater whole

away from the city
under these trees in the tall grass
your soft murmuration
vocals for the firefly symphony
a different kind of aria
a better kind of cantabile
this is a hill i would happily die on

post-dusk sky reverberates
a million lightning bugs
flitting, blinking in and out and in
printing a dazzling orchestral score
illuminating your beautiful eyes
two pieces of a much greater whole