Glowworms flash
In the remote spider webs
Gathering an unknown emotion
Waiting to be acknowledged.
Quivering across the lanes
They rush to the road
Full of upheavals
Rain pit-pattering on the
Needy potholes.
The summer skies
Asking for a little shade
And the flame of winter bonfires
Consuming every sense.
Was it yesterday?
The incomplete affection
The guilty reception
Of undiluted forgiveness
The all-embracing compassion
Of a soul gone forever.
