WannaBeGeekGirl's Journal: Paper's Pen

mortal coil

the firefly wings its fleeting dance
to seduce and to fluoresce
a cry for one to join and burn
ere light must sadly evanesce

so as the weary flower bends
the radiant bloom about to die
like tears the petals softly fall
the rose has turned it's face to cry

life's beauty much too fragile
our moments much too sparse
forgiveness heals the wounds
but will not heal the scars


© paperflowers 2007


{i have never even seen a firefly ~defeated glance~ ~pf}