The Smell Of Fireflies

The 

setting 

sun has a

mixture

of promises

for tomorrow

and the

apology

for the day.

The shift

of the

day's sky

turning

into 

wild

pinks

and 

hand holding

oranges,

give a sense 

of a 

life shift. 

The

smell

of fireflies

dance around

my nose 

and 

capture

my senses. 

Closing 

my eyes

I can feel

the flashes

of love

as the 

fireflies

take

flight

in 

civil dusk.

Marking the 

end of 

civil 

twilight

in a

carnival

landscape. 

Memories 

flood back

of the

run

home before

the 

warming

dark

descent. 

Smiles

of the

heart

dance

with

the smell

of nostalgic

neon

firefly love.