Flash Fires

We used to go out
Summer sun setting
Light a tangible navy
To catch Will-O-The-Wisp
Momentary stars in jars
With holes in the lids
Now I know the science
Behind their magic spell
But I still spend hours			
On warm summer nights
Armed with an empty jar
Catching fireflies

 Revolutionary Sonnet XII

Sprinkling down like newly blown ash
These specters return to happily haunt
Then disappear in white blinding flash
Leaving me drowning in nameless want
Could plug the well from which they spring
Could banish with single hand's wave
Frail finger protected by silver ring
Forever striving to out run musty grave
Rest a while, slowly the rushing river starts
To flow up stream, back to that fated place
The source, the ideal, the most sacred of hearts
Where beauty lies with ancient tear stained face
Yet all the while they dance on wrinkled palms
Shouting obscenities, singing elegies, begging alms

Overgrown

I hid the seeds sown
A million years away
That grew like ashes for coffins
Artificial heart beats too fast
Dirt on top of dirt on top of dirt
That covers an empty doll
Carved by blistered old hands
Longing to dance