Fireflies

It's funny, how the fireflies call to each other,
Flashing flickers of lights which dance
Through the sky as miniature stars.
They need not the words we humans
Find needed. If I were to invite
Your flame, would you fly to me? Or would I
Float among those twinkles of light,
Tangoing through the trees of twilight?
     I call. You answer.
No words are heard, just the harmonies
Of hearts ascending into heaven.