I sit in my chair
and watch citronella incense
dance through the air.
The fragrance fills the atmosphere;
as I prepare for the real reason I am here.
Fireflies shall spark the night
and bring this day to a perfect night.
They dance and flick and skip about;
upon the ground to the distant bushes,
they finally appear as the day slowly hushes.
We move to a motion that is nothing but rushed.
To miss this enchantment, I would be crushed.
It’s a summer thing that I didn’t have,
in the far off place I owned.
Yet nothing lasts forever,
it is simply just a loan.
I still have goals; far from those long past.
People wouldn’t recognize me in this new role as I am cast.
The stage is set and the sky has changed,
soon the yard will rearrange.
Within the gated trees on loan;
never do I feel alone.
