A gold bug –
I hurl into the darkness
and feel the depth of night.
(Takahama)
Haiku +
Firefly
Thinking of a golden bug
the words flutter constantly
in my head.
It makes me feel happy
and bright inside, like a
glow worm forever shining.
I close my eyes and see the speckles
all around. The various dots ones sees after
looking directly into the sun’s rays.
I turn the light on and off in the dark room.
To remember the image at night
I look at the stars twinkling around me.
The disco ball flickering at a midnight rave
evokes the feeling of you
casting temporary light among the moving shadows.
And it is when I look up a the heavens,
and whisper in the wind the
wonderful words of the golden bug.
I then see fireflies flying
launching through the air in the darkness
and disappearing into the depth of night.
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