A Mid-afternoon Tryst

Sunlight dances through the tree top.
The catch is so worth the fall.
The sprinkles of light never seem to stop.
I feel powerless underneath something so tall.
My face glistens like a million stars
high above in the endless sky.
Lost within a tightly closed jar–
the spirit of a firefly.
I have chosen to hide out.
I have decided to stay away.
This firefly will not find a spout
to cleanse her spirit today.
Sunlight dances passed the tree top,
and I will ignore the evening’s call.
Even the moonlight won’t make it stop–
this painful pleasure of a lover’s fall.