Count The Fireflies

Come along and sit beside me
On this old porch swing,
The sun has set
And the denim sky fades to gray,
Hear the cricket's call
And nature snuggling into slumber,
Shall we count the fireflies?
For each one share a memory,
Or perhaps a secret fantasy,
Be it of the past or the future
Tonight we cast down our guard,
Or perhaps if that is too much
We can just sit and
Count the Fireflies