TINY INFINITIES & a Firefly Poem

I've just finished TINY INFINITIES by J.H. Diehl. It's a middle grade novel about a friendship, and changes, and things out of our control. It has a glow to it, much like the fireflies on its cover (and in its pages)!
I'll start by sharing a few quotes, and then a poem inspired by the quotes:

<!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } </style> <br />--> <br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“We're going to call a firefly with your magic wand,” I went on. “You'll like fireflies, because they don't use sounds to find other fireflies. Only their lights. The way they flash on and off is code to talk to each other. So you don't have to talk, either. You can use light language.”</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">--------</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } </style> </div>--> <br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Here are my fireflies, “ I said. “Well, they're not mine. They belong to summertime, but I know you liked them before. Maybe they're your friends, Piper.”</span></div><br />And now the poem:<br /><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="font-style: normal;">To a Child of Summertime</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Show me your light language, </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">speak to me with glow and flash.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Run with me through a thicket</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">until we are both breathless,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">our speech prickly with brambles</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">and sweat.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Swim with me in these gin-tinted waters,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">our legs pulsing promises:</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>save me.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>                  I'm yours</i><span style="font-style: normal;">.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Does the breeze still tease </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">your damp hair to whippoorwills?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I would catch you, hold you,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">but not in a jar, no –</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I carry you on my chest,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">an ambush of freckles.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>- Irene Latham</i></div><br /><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=..." width="100%"></iframe>