fireflies are the guardians
that keep vigil through the rain
their steady glow must undergo
the things that never change.
Starlight is a bride of June
she pushes ivory after dark,
the songs she makes
the things we take
and plunge into our hearts.
There's nothing left to say today
no turning back this untimely dance
no regrets, just cigarettes
in love and war
and games of chance.
My beloved,
are your roaring, darling?
are you mending summer's dress?
your stow-aways are numbered days
in this madness you've confessed.
In passed lives you took a world by storm
touched by angels in the sky
your reprieve and reverie
continued when you died.
Starlight is a comet passing
she's goddamn brilliant on the page
and timeless through
these things we do
as everything begins to change.
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