Aren't they heavy and too bright to hold?
They hover and twinkle in your eyes.
What do they call from you lady?
Surely they burn too hot.
How they burden you.
Do you need them?
Do they guide your way?
These fireflies, sparks of creation.
In your lion heart, where does the fire dim and the spark begin?
I ask you, can you see her there?
Starfire in her hair.