Lights dance throughout the woods where I have made my camp,
Small yellow, flashing lights,
Not blinding but still bright,
Not disorienting but guiding,
Magical lights,
Blinking out a promise for me,
A promise that gives me hope,
A promise to help me find my way through these dark woods,
A promise to stick with me and light the way through the impenetrable black,
A promise to stay,
I see their flickering promise through the flap of my tent,
I see their promise and long for it,
Sleepily I rise,
One barefoot forwards,
And then another,
I leave my tent,
I venture outside
Outside, where all I can see is darkness,
Only darkness,
The promise is gone,
A flash illuminates the night,
The light has returned,
The flash shows me the dim outlines of towering trees,
It shows me more than that,
It shows me hope,
The dark isn’t as frightful as usual with the lights there,
I catch sight of a light and snatch it,
There in my palm is a glowing light,
It turns off,
I can feel it float away,
No more light,
The glow of the lights has abandoned me,
Then I see a small yellow dot ahead of me,
I chase it into the woods,
Following that light forwards,
Forwards into the firefly darkness.