From the Pocket of a Dream
Somewhere from the darkness, a light emerged.
At first pale, then all the clearer.
Sorrow played in the background.
The night was pure silence.
White light, tiny blue circles around it.
And it seemed like a part of the sky sparkled with glitter
radiating a blue tenderness.
But all of it was just a firefly.
© Eclipse 1979
Image: Firefly Forest by Joel N. Barkley
This is the translation of my very first poem, written when I was 17. 🙂 I was reminded of it for some days ago and here I want to thank to Blaga Todorova (Broken Sparkles) and The Gooseberry Garden for the lovely opportunity to be featured at the community site that offers the inspiration in so many ways.
My Interview at The Gooseberry Garden