Glow Worm Caves and Noctilucent Clouds

Words by Niamh Vaughan (she/her)

Not many know there’s crystals in the clouds

That grace the sky at midsummer’s last light;

To show themselves at day they are too proud

Belonging to the mysteries of night.

Can you believe the stars inside the earth

Form constellations from the inside out?

Perhaps they shine for when we leave the hearse

To guide the ending all the world’s in doubt.

Just like the opening flowers of the dawn

Or wilting blossoms fallen to the ground,

All souls that bloom are fated to be mourned,

Becoming dust that forms the still unfound. 

In glistening clouds and insects I find peace,

Despite that life’s given so short a lease.