I was a teenage rose thorn

wander down the lane at midnight,
hope to catch a sight of beautiful eyes
as you step quickly over rose petals littering the streets.

and your south east star is still
shining over home,
bouncing back each time you
turn.

the rain comes silently
to run through your open window,
catching a sparkle in your heart by surprise,
lighting the hope that runs deep,

because tonight, the fireflies shed magic,
each time they wink,
and you follow their lead,
catching essences on the night of the
Beltane right.