The other day I saw them,
fading worms of white.
There were so many writhing,
and clouding up my sight.
I have no idea what they meant,
they danced like crawling light.
And as those few seconds passed,
they were so pleasantly bright.
The other day I saw them,
fading worms of white.
There were so many writhing,
and clouding up my sight.
I have no idea what they meant,
they danced like crawling light.
And as those few seconds passed,
they were so pleasantly bright.