Thoughts

The day has given and the night now wroughts The turbulence of sleeplessness in sync. In the sapphire darkness the fireflies blink, Tiny flashing beacons that guide my thoughts. I think of Edison and da Vinci, How nature must have inspired them to dream. What star cast upon them its shining beam To bring forth such great ingenuity? If I were to wish upon such a star, Would it not be so inclined to bestow Upon me the knowledge I need to know? Knowledge to invent a new kind of car, And set the oil industry on its ears, And change the world another hundred years. I look to the stars and wonder why not? I see the fireflies content in their lot.