Being Seen

For The Sunday Muse Prompt #175, and the shades of that garden it reminds me of:

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I am dreaming again
of days gone by,
of nights  Рheavy
with the weight
of solitude –¬† lightened
by the joy of discovery,
a light born of tumult
in an age of innocence.
This is what the
glow-worms in their
flitting feel,
each shimmer
of light a whisper
into the night
to see and be seen.