Where from you ask, did the fireflies come,
Dancing in the twilight?
Those glimmering, swooning fairies,
Like little balls of light,
Like colourful sparks, when he opened his eyes,
Shimmering dreams with them shut tight,
That kept him rolling over, awake,
Smiling, laughing all night,
‘Twas her word, making it all shine,
Breaking the clouds making it bright,
Waking the birds, turning his dawn,
From grey, to silver, to white.
Written August, 2011
Salman Shahid Khan