Omen
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read
Firefly
blinking
like a questing eye
stitching
the darkness
like a torch
of wondrous brightness
and the scorch
of its ebb
in morse
fluent as the web
scintillating in the gorse
I marvel
and see the light
beyond the tunnel
in your circling flight
I read you
loud and clear
and a dozen avenues
lead out of here


