The Firefly; the winged beacon of hope and enlightenment.
There is so much to uncover.
Illuminating a destination to journey; a self-exploration for
uncovering the wit in expression and in meaning.
A mission to accomplish, to love; unlike most of the
ordinary lovers undercover.
But we “see.”
And I feel a certain annoyance of paranoia creeping; a sticky strand of
spider-web adhering to the outer layers of my flesh;
that I lay before you in infinite tides of harmony.
The scenario unfolded to clarify a fantasy once told to
the children by the gods.
Forsaking them with an unquenchable desire for love,
or is it lust that gauges the attention of inspiration? But I digress,
If there was a moment in history that could motivate
the reaction of the most passionate response,
the solstice festival
is a reenactment of the Kingdom and
that chapter starts now.
I am grateful for the sun and the moon. <3