Fireflies

Around here,
they’re called “fireflies.”

Where I come from,
they are embers of stars  
fallen from wishes
ignited many moons ago

Flickering, frolicking, free
lightening your load
brightening your heart 

Is it fair 
to put that love in a jar
with only pinpricks for oxygen,
depriving of sustenance 
the flame
you claim
to exalt?