Back and forth, alone on a porch swing;
my bare feet tapping to a playful dance
in slow rhythm to the music of summer laughter
rising from childhood memories.
Meditative moments sang softly to moon's tune,
with a chorus from tree frogs and katydids.
Flitting, fluttering in fanciful flight,
a carefree carnival-like caravan
donned with tiny magical lanterns
flickering a message;
seemingly beyond my reach.
I rose with the long ago giggles
and rode on the night's sweet breath
carrying me on a journey among gypsy fireflies.
Sounds from their silent flutes,
only I could hear, peacefully pierced my soul
to accompany my resounding heartbeat.
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