Fireflies

Written by: Judith Angell Meyer

The surrounding night
wraps itself around my sleeping senses,
and awakens them.
 
Sitting on the edge of the bed,
I stare out the window
into the deep velvety darkness.
 
In the other room my sister sleeps — 
Sleeping the sleep of a soul
preparing for life after death.
 
I notice a small glow out back by the trees,
then another, flashing on and off.
Fireflies!
 
I watch their waltz in the night,
against the dark trees, by the garden,
making a halo around the house.
 
My sister’s light
still shines.
 
And finally I sleep.