When my spirit is low
You'll catch it
And carry it on your back.
You'll fly through the gardens
And into town.
You'll fly past the bright streetlights
With my spirit holding on tight.
You' ll use your silent magic
And light up one last time.
Then you'll fly into my backyard
Up through my window
As the summer breezes blow.
You'll gently drop my spirit over me.
And with my spirit all lit up
And shining bright
I'll sleep peacefully through the summer night
With visions of lightning bugs in my mind.
Jenkintown, Pennsylvania
