Did I just see a shooting star or was that a fire fly?

Whatever glory brightness lies 

light up my flippant lustful skies 

and tearing thoughful feeling buys

a little time as we grow wise

 

We are but ageing sage brush squanderers 

and in each shallow breath we grow

were meerly but fitfull moonlight ponderers 

and with the fire burn we flow

 

Did I just see a shooting star or was that a fire fly?

We, deep gnarled roots rainwater

and the dust filled aqua eyes

my silver recolection breeze

me past unseasoned tides to 

delve demise and heavy sighs 

and glistening emerald thighs

 

We, eternity weathered souls with

puckish youthful frolic flies

water fracticity bring light

embellish my reflection shadow minds

 

Did I just see a shooting star or was that a fire fly?

 

In my sweet earthly 

green air din 

A nightly luminous

thought wheel spins