fireflies

you ever watch the young free their minds in the static of a Friday night like fireflies dancing by the glow of a porch light all the while telling secrets to one another on their lips a horrid thing that makes their ears curl bright red so they hold each other tightly like the earth holds the stars in the moons eyes and softly they ll drift on the luminous concrete not unlike kings not unlike queens till the the dawn opens its weary eyes and they vociferously mourn farewell to the splendor of the Friday night.