Night moon’s gleam lit the yard, glowed the house, shook the trees. Against inky darkness golden, comforting windows warmed the night with fire-fly-like delight.
Mom and Dad inside, someone always there to call you in when it gets too dark outside.
Night moon’s gleam lit my big night’s space, and silvery pale echo reflecting from the white house answering. So much space, so much flight, so wide a night, so broad and endless sky.
Night moon’s gleam lit, but not so bright to extinguish distinguished firefly’s flights glowing, and then others, and hundreds of answering waves of firefly lights, wafting along bug flight-path sines and cosines.
Far away moon now from grand aged adulthood recalled, but still night moon’s gleam lit my dreams and got me back bright firefly night.