Moonlight and Fireflies

Night meadow
awash in light,
streamers strung
upon gilded wings
slipping from
fallen star to
that wish I might

may come true
for once tonight.
Irridescent dance
of fireflies
shimmer gold in
tearsheen tulle.
Wink, nod

and then I blink.
Wishes turn to
faiery dust,
shower sparks as
moonlight seeps
between handclasp
seams, folded
tight round
bedtime prayers

laced with
whispered hope.
Jar full of wishes,
prayers,
and falling stars;
captive magic on
this moonless night.

On chance the lid
lay askew,
just as you've
left this halo mine,
some lucky firefly
might just
catch a break.