29.            FIREFLY

Tranquil dons of light
beauty scatter your plight,
over fields green fires sit
arranging their lights to fit.

How we long for the mating call,
dined in a heavenly hall
as darkness covers the wall
like a misty pall.

To bring some words of light
to the green smiling bright,
for silence and obedience
needs a dark release.
The problem of heavenly nights
is that we fight the luminous facts.