Do you remember the fireflies
When the edge of the forest would come to life
And they’d rise to light the sky
The humid air above us,
The open fields before us
The sounds of cricket frogs from puddles
The last incessant buzz of cicadas
Everything was green
A warm safe green
when mosiquotoes
meant innocent stings
And a band-aid cured everything
Coke syrup for queezy stomachs
Mercurochrome to close all wounds
The simplicity of summer
when evening would come too soon
running the streets, the woods,
the trees
we had it all in our endless landscape
we were kings
monsters stayed safely under beds
there were heroes and fables and stories we read
the cold sweet breezes of autumn
that wonderful September day
watching with sadness, anxiety
as summer burned away
In the darkness of autumn
We grew a million years
As monsters showed their faces
And truth became our darkest fears
We grew up in one day
When dad that sailed his ship
To somewhere far away
Give me a few days
And I’ll make it all go away
Give me a few days
and we’ll be happy again
Do you remember the fireflies
The summer that followed
Or the spring
I don’t remember the sounds,
Or the colors
I don’t remember anything…
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