I fly friendly

a fire fly
flew
from a leaf
to a branch
to a blade of grass

it picked itself
up and off
the twig
and sent
itself
drifting
zig zag
through
the night

it teased
my eye
set my heart
in awe
oh to be that beautiful!
that you cast your light
glowing green
onto every scene

through the shear curtain of night
its distortions and misperceptions
uncalculated
so random
and bizarre.

I start to follow your path
through the tar of night
then you shut off your light
as if to tease.
I lose you.
but then over there,
another light.
could it be my old friend?
or is it another
I need to make anew?