That would require skiing. And talking. And though it has a mouth, it needs a larynx.
Neon heart, dayglo eyes
It's full dusk, now, and if Kaylee were a few years younger she'd try to catch one in her hands, because it's what you do when presented with fireflies.
City lit by fireflies
She's not, though. Twenty-three years old, and standing beside her husband on a planet that's their own place. It's maybe not a secret, but -- it's private. And that's even better.
They're advertising in the skies
She watches them go, roam, fade --
For people like us
-- and smiles.