Fascination

Last night I saw something
To explain I must confess
When I was seven
I imagined with longing,
Stealing the vial of silver
Sparkles, and pouring out all --
Every glittering drop --
Onto black cardstock paper
Breathless
Rejoicing in shimmering riches.

Last night I saw,
But this time unexpected,
Turning the corner,
Headlights panned darkness
And dark trees, grasses
Were revealed as diamond-studded
Sparkling, waving
Winking, blinking:
Fireflies speaking
In glittering Morse code.
Breathless
I rejoiced in shimmering riches.