Fireflies

Sun-kissed specimens

Tiny warm bundles of light

Pieces of my childhood I squish in my palm

Mini-lanterns strung across the night sky

Their shrunken skeletons fall to the ground

The lights go out

 Yet my string of experiences

All weaved together to form my greater self

Never fall flat 

They are bold and bright

Fascinating

They are the wings on which I soar

Like the fireflies lighting a path in the black space