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 antique ivory after dark,
the songs she makes
the things we take
to eagerly 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 risky 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 gracious reprieve and reverie
continued when you died.
Starlight is a comet passing by
she's goddamn brilliant on the page,
timeless through things we do
as everything continues to age.
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