PSME part VII

[Vale]

a fire fly lands on my arm,
its the middle of the night,
as it crawls along,
with every step i feel its light,
I see its open wings,
and I dont want to let it go,
then I think of what,
you would have said,
and I know I must let it be,
so I said good luck,
as it hovered away,
I knew it wouldnt live through the week,
but since we did meet,
it can still on forever,
stupid sentimental me,
a tear to my eye,
all for what,
a simple fire fly.

Give comments if your up to it.

/later