Fireflies

I sleep beneath the fireflies tonight, lonely, upon a paddy field, where they frolick and nourish their love and amorous desires. I raise my hands gently to touch and to feel the fragile angles and I pass into a lovely hallucination. I feel like touching stars and my body seems to float Over an ocean of oblivion In the buoyancy of thoughts. In deep slumber, in sacred realm of dream, love and pure minds I see you waiting for me Surrounded by starry fireflies. Oh, beloved, you seem to utter Something , I struggle to listen. But so feeble is your voice and, stronger , my uproarous subconscious. I move to sense your lips to understand what you convey But in the realm of muse You disappear and I find myself Lying solely under some clouds With a firefly upon my hand.