Fireflies

Thinking back on warm Virginian nights
Waltzing with my cellphone on the porch.
The first time I'd seen fireflies and their tail-lights
and love that glowed but wouldn't scorch.

This tired and lonely troubadour had no songs left to sing
But you said I'd be giving you a ring.
And girl, you're not from England,
your rings aren't on the phone.
You meant you'd be making me your own.

Calgary in autumn, orange sky...
A drunken beggar's venom made me cry.
You took me by the arm into the sun,
breathed away my fears, and I was won.

And do you still recall the song
that played as we embraced?
I'm still savouring the taste
of your hair on my open lips, an angel's pheromone
I knew I was going to be your own.

That night you sat beside me on the floor.
You told me things you thought you'd never say.
I breathed in as I'd never breathed before
and said, "I fell in love with you today".

And though we didn't fall asleep,
I somehow missed my plane
and I held you on the hillside in the rain.
I kissed your sweater up and down,
and felt in every bone
what you said you'd always known,
I was always going to be your own.