Firefly Twinkling Star

Firefly Twinkling Star
Firefly Twinkling Star
A poem, like or dislike please choose?


Night

The moon peaks,
...it's face from behind the trees.
Bright and shiny,
...full of its own glory.
Wisps of clouds,
...try to hide,
......the evening star,
.........it beams hope through.
I sit in the haze watching.
Twinkling fireflies,
...twist and turns,
.......blinking messages,
..........looking for a mate.
Oh, how I envy their freedom,
....may their search be fruitful.
Neon you're right it was writen at different times but the nights were some much alike.

Both sections flow and speak well, but are to me still separate as if you put two thoughts together. I like but would suggest making two separate poems to do each justice.



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LGBT: Is it gay to love the reflection of the moon and stars...?


LGBT: My transgendered, lesbian, straight, asexual, gay, bisexual, uncertain and pansexual friends: On a crisp, clear and romantic night, your breath faintly visible against the backdrop of ebon eternity, so calm, is it gay to love the reflection of the glowing moon and twinkling stars all a glimmer and a shimmer in the eyes and lips of your beloved?

Maybe it's winter and the song and dance is accompanied with the drone of distant traffic, the muffled silence of snowfall or the call of an owl. Or spring, so soft, and the singing of the frogs and the nightingales. Maybe summer time and all about, like weightless jewels, the flickering of fireflies and the dwindling calls of the cicadas at twilight. And perhaps autumn; the whirling and scattering of leaves all about and the lonely chirping of the crickets, so sad.

Is it gay to love that?

Saint Omega

I wouldn't call you gay or straight. I would call you one very very lucky person to be given the gift of insight. Being able to see things clearly. Being able to see beauty in everything because it is there. Not many people have it to the degree you have.
Even luckier to be able to put it into words.

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