The Fireflies...

Quite a bit of time was lost

In the coldness, along the frost.
Trickling water dripped to freeze
Lost are the flowers in the breeze.

Quite a bit of me is lost,

In the maze of life I crost.
Bleeding heart pounds too slow
Waiting for the gush ‘n blow.

Quite a bit of time shall be
Lost in the dreams of you and me.
Fireflies will fly and lit,
The sun it dreams to outwit.