A Firefly By Moonlight

A firefly by moonlight does but flicker brightly

Its will a flame of red passion burning nightly

When I woke at twilight, it was in my ire

That I saw posts screaming neon – not fire

For the flame is as much the match that strikes

And a firefly is as embers and night are alike

Through smouldering, the heart it does consume

To replace your sun in a grave yet not exhumed

Shine on, fair firefly and fade into the bleak

Night’s cloak like a torn canvas of red leaks

Do not hurry, for time has never been a race

For even warmth can come from night’s embrace