How To Count Fireflies
I’ll love you in your sorrow,
When cold streams through the open window,
And night sucks the dreams from your pretty head,
I’ll pick you up, and carry you outside,
Where we’ll stand amongst the fireflies,
Trying to count them, but failing,
And you can trace stories in the sky with a finger
While I whisper in your ear,
And kiss along your neck,
And touch you
From behind
In the shadows,
Where all the stories’ names elude you.
I’ll whisper the words
You simply forgot,
And put the dreams
Back inside you.
Then we’ll feel our way back to the bed,
Eyes wide and sparkling,
And you’ll know how to count the stars:
Just like fireflies,
All at once.
Portraits of a Ghost 
Wow, so dreamy.
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Thanks for reading! 🤗
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Beautifule reading. Love the ending which is a nice tie up for the poem ❤
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Thanks so much for reading! 😘
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You’re welcome 🙂
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This is beautiful…you’ve made something cliche into something fresh.
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Thank you so much! That’s wonderful to hear. I hope you’ll stick around and read more! ✌️ much love.
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Oh absolutely you can count on it 😉
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This is such a beautiful poem, and then that last line, oh delightfulness multiplied!
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Thank you so much, Carolyn! That’s so kind of you to say. I’m glad you enjoyed it! Stick around. I’ve got some new poetry coming soon.
Love,
G
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