The fireflies
In the bottle by
My bed at night
Twinkle like
The stars outside
In the bottle by
My bed at night
Twinkle like
The stars outside
They power dreams
Of boyhood flight
To other worlds
Beyond the stars
But by the morn’
The stars have died
Extinguished lights
Lie on the glass
Fallen from
The blades of grass
Which held them in
Their makeshift sky
Soon enough
Dusk falls again
The boy collects
His jar of stars
So to stir
Imaginings
And still the fears
The darkness brings
Reflections
New Brighton Park
Vancouver
British Columbia, Canada, 2015
New Brighton Park
Vancouver
British Columbia, Canada, 2015