Firefly

Shrouded in the darkness
Nothing visible in sight,
Moving about with surreptitious guile
With its own faint light;
No one does it depend upon
To show its path,
Guided by its own light
Flying, without being hurt.

The lighted ship
In the invisible firmament,
Guided by itself
Towards its own atonement;
Unmatched from those halogen bulbs,
Condoned light to show.
Sailing impeccably
In this sea of obscurity,
Like an asteroid in the night sky
Searching for its destination.

A flash of light
In this esoteric darkness,
Obliterating the barriers
In its ephemeral vision;
The minuscle light to show
The path in this mysterious voyage.
As the sun sets in the horizon,
A new sparkle is born,
Escorting the butterflies
Towards the withered flowers.