Fireflies

When such a heart is parlayed at a game and you are full of hint of the involvement, Then much more adjectives I will enlace in sounds of a necklace of a sonnet. You walk in the full moon bare on the sand while turning black the stones of solid fortress, and I still pull my boat along the strand as always pulled - to the gates of enjoyments. For me in sightless window you will wait, as they expect at midnight quenchless fire, you wait - yourself, eternal "in yourself", and it attracts all those who are enamored, Who sail to the lighthouses that burn like fireflies in the heart of a soul.