Fireflies In The Night Poem by Jeff Wrubel

Graying memory replaces finite hopes light
Paul Revere on a midnight ride
Skewed legend supplants perfect hindsight
While Israel Bissell is left behind

Pinpoint desire rises from muddled history
Time distorts a sense of order and rhyme
Every castle meets its demolition crew
Hold on to with whom you're left behind

Between a shower, or funerals
We only exist in the present
Bookends hide what's between the covers
With intentions and epilogues
Leather-bound, I grit my way through the chapters
Of dreams my heart makes from reality
Sometimes a little escapism is all we need