In forest at new moon and darkest frame,
two little lights admire each others sacred flame.
Partly love and partly fear, but gesture in art,
the glowing and swelling of each others heart.
Phantoms of species in delight,
gleaming at each others sight.
A dancing shape and image of tangerine sparkle,
to haunt, to startle and be remarkable.
The glow worm asked the firefly,
‘What is your name’?
‘My name is love’ is the instant reply.
‘but my name is love’, the glow-worm speaks,
‘I am the mutual flame’.
‘Its all yours’ the firefly then dimming in this frame
‘I am the love that dare not speak its name’.
The firefly bows in grace to the glowing farce
and hid its little body amid a crowd of stars.