The sky, a placid ocean

Slumbers dim in the night. My Memories are,

Stars, sunk in an eternal well in the blue, I’ll

join them soon enough. First

Flash to mind, a Lightning

bugs dance, blind,

Yearning for permanence, writhing

Twitching

Aching

Resting as orange out of blue. Darkness

yields a hillscape out of black

sea. The path to the barn

now clear as day.