The animals will tell you
About this place
They only come out at night
That's how they survive
Even the scorpions will burn if they don't hide
This is not the place for people
I hear them
You see it
Its an ephemeral thing
Perceived with the eyes
Glistening transparent colors
That cannot be touched
it mesmerizes in its very temporary brilliance
You only want to look at it
You know it won't last
You know you can't touch it
And you don't know when you'll ever see one again.