A Firefly's Finale
but fades to dim.
A sidewalk deathbed,
too cold for this mystic.
Come rest on my wrist seraph
and swallow the wild, night air.
Let my slow stride lead your final waltz,
and in your last breath you will know of love.
Copyright © Katy Fulton | Year Posted 2013
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment