In The Field Were Fireflies Poem by S. R. Lavin

In the field were fireflies, the meadow
sparkling in the darkness
like a Van Gogh painting (Starry Night)
where the desires of my heart
are transported into the heavens
and sent directly to you…

a flickering moment
in Nature, when
these momentary creatures
crystallize before me

what’s in me is
that for us
time might be eternal
and in it we might become like a diamond
from a lump of coal
having withstood untold pressure

and looking into each other’s eyes
would see
a clarified beauty
provoking awe
and recognize
that we are precious.

It’s all swirling
around me
and in me…

I hear your voice.
I see you in the twinkle of the mist.