Fireflies

I look out windows all the time.
                  ---- Andrei Bely, Kotik Letaev

I

West of the high ground,
in valleys of Elysian
youth,

Chasing fireflies as
night smothered
Sun.

Next to my bed
they
lit up a jar.

They brightened
darkness I feared.

They died shining
as dreams endeared.

II

West of prince's port wind shudders cries.
Here fireflies die in jarred eyes.