by Powell Franklin
Shall we go chasing fireflies tonight?
I’m sure there’s nothing I would rather do
Nostalgia fuses with a fresh delight
When I share memories with you.
On not so distant evenings ago
When I looked at at the world through younger eyes
The seasons moved serene and very slow
And I myself went chasing fireflies.
The twilight’s come, the dew is on the grass
You run across the yard in just one shoe
How quickly now the seasons seem to pass
I cherish chasing fireflies with you.
The jasmine blooms, the evening looms and then
Tomorrow we’ll chase fireflies again.