Like fireflies

Watch the days sink
like shadows,
breath rising and falling
in the hollow of this wind.

Watch as the lights
go on and off
like fireflies,
as soft grass grows
on old graves,
as a yellow moon
sits above this black forest.

Watch the eyes of love,
the mouth of hate,
the faces of time that
flicker and wane.

Watch each leaf
as it burns with life,
and falls back to the
cool ground of silence.