Red Green Firefly

Elaine

I close my eyes and see you there,
Like in a photograph.
A smile is creeping up your face,
You are about to laugh.

I see you standing on a hill,
The top is nearly flat.
The bluebirds sit atop your head,
Just like a store-bought hat.

Your crimson hair about your head,
In sunlight shines of red.
Your jaded eyes so clear and bright,
Pulls my gaze from your head.

The trees so tall, behind you stand,
The leaves are emerald green.
The lovely visage of you there,
Is more than I have seen.

I see the pretty butterflies,
Of orange and of black.
I see the fields of flowers, wild,
I see a large haystack.

As night descends upon this land,
A radiance do I see,
It outshines all the stars and moon,
It shines out to the sea.

The fireflies sit within your hair,
And blink their love for you.
And all the world should see your face,
The way that I now do.