Where Dances The Firefly

My conscience
Launched this fear
Into stratosphere
Of mind,
Exploding like an E-bomb there,
Knocking all thoughts out!
The invisible, yet lethal arsenal of weightless thoughts, I thought,
While all I had tried to think about was nothing, except how it is
Fireflies emit light, but no heat.

Then came the thought of how I used to release my dreams like fish,
Enjoying just knowing I had caught them,
If even just to feel them.

I think now
How I mount and hang my dreams at night
Like unwanted trophies,
Like an unlikely taxidermist might,
Yearning the returning of a simpler life,
One near freshwater stream,
In which all fish swim till they die,
Where wasabi grows like weeds,

Where dances the firefly.