rike jokanan

You used to blink;
You used to gleam;
You used to glow;
In my heart.

You used to fly;
You used to dance;
You used to play;
In my nights.

Where are my fireflies?
Where are my fireflies?
Where are my fireflies?
I miss you my fireflies.

In summer night here came fireflies ages ago –
Brightening the spinning earth green and young.
The fireflies visited earthlings even the dead;
It was.

When I go out to darkness,
Only one firefly I meet.
It blinks, gleams and glows
Weakly; losing its enthusiasm.

Oye fireflies,
Do you not exist? Do you blend your light to the artificial light?
If no, where are you?
If yes, do you do it coz you give up or adapt?

Fireflies,
Don’t leave my nature.
I love your small lanterns.
I love your silent existence.
Fireflies, my rare guides.

Jakarta-Tangerang on Varion – June 27, 2009 – around Maghrib time