Firefly of The Night

You keep me at ease
with a loving disposition,

possessing thine heart forged
of porcelain with fine detail against
delicately woven fingertips,

and although I had once failed
to grasp the sympathy shared amongst us,

I have found you yet again,
cast barefoot amongst the undesired weeds
that landscape my mental plane,

as we mark today preceding dawn's
first yawns that pierce the sky with infant
breath reawakened,

it seems that I have claimed oblivion
over consciousness, held captive in brood nature
sparing thoughts of rapture at bay,

until I am reminded of you,
my beloved heroine,

daughter of Eve, patron of Eden.