When The Soul Is Silent

Chasing Lights

Everyone likes light.
Its a calm feeling when you gaze at it's glow.
But it's a different thing however,
when the light is considered strange.

Have you ever wondered how a firefly feels,
when its being chased?
When girls run away because it's a bug?
When boys see it fit to just stomp on it?

Have you ever wondered if a flame felt happy,
when you surrounded it and laughed in its warm glow?
How to do think the flame felt when you threw things at it to burn,
or threw water or dirt at it?

It is hard to burn for a good purpose. It is also hard to stay lit.

You are odd, alien lights! Do not light up my night!
Their cold breath condenses on the windows of the soul.
A laugh as winter escapes their lips.
It's so cold that the light dims inside.

There are always different fuels for lights.
Some skim the surface and are useless.
Some dig so deep till they find oil.
Sometimes there is none.

They keep chasing the young glow,
around the circular lawn with a tall tree in the middle.
Why do they do it?
Why do they keep chasing lights?

The air is quiet as the little girl pulls the curtains down..resetting for a new day.