Dear death

There lies a fear in every heart,

the fear to breathe the last breath.

But my dear death-if you give me the freedom  of thoughts

and pleasure of heart;

I will come along to rest in your land,to swing in the still air.

          For what you bring was all I needed and it was that,

I was denied.

Fireflies

Grab little moments that come your way,

Put them in a glass jar and seal it away .

When all at once you are left at loss

and darkness grabs you in his arms

Open the lid-

and let them out.

See them sprout wings and fly around -

 as fireflies to light up your heart.