Fireflies

Down the road,
mark by unlit skies.
Dark and lonely,
the path goes winding.

Fireflies appear,
like sparkles of hope.
Providing some comfort,
on the bleak trail.

Many gather,
illuminating brighter,
now we see further,
feeling much more safer.

Twilight to dusk,
the walk goes on.
Dawn will be coming,
but who would be following?

A pot of gold at the end perhaps,
but still its nothing compared
to the fireflies
that has shone their light for me.