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We Danced with Fireflies

written by: Christine E. Ray



Speak to me of summers past
when cool, damp grass reached for bare feet
with long grasping fingers
as we ran through the night
chasing fireflies through an indigo sky
living completely in the moment
us, on the cusp of adulthood
you, innocently offering cupped hands
to hold moonlight for me
the radiance you captured
carved your image
into my night
me, changed by sudden awareness
of your beauty
and how dear I held you in my heart


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Christine E. Ray

Christine E. Ray

I am rediscovering myself in my early 50s after being defined primarily by my many roles including wife, mother and employee for the last 19 years. By day, I am the associate director of a neurodegenerative disease research center at a major university. By night and weekends, I am an aspiring badass, writer, artist, and social justice warrior.

I refuse to be invisible. I honor my voice. I write because I have to.
Christine E. Ray

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