The Firefly

Under the light of the moonless night
On the lap of the luminous darkness
Inside the blanket of the windless vacuum
I laze, observing some shapeless shadows.

Through the lightless gap between two shadows
A firefly flies, and glows the lifeless milieu
Braving the dark and braving the stillness
Lonely, the firefly flies and hovers beside me.

I feel, the chill of the soundless night
Has brought the fly near my warm breath
I hear the flap of its weary little wings
They tell stories in a language unknown