A disjointed post with few words of my own

I don't have many words for you today. They got lost somewhere on my way here. Really. If you see them, tell them I need them to come back. I'll be waiting staring at the stars.

Here come the real stars to fill the upper skies,

And here on earth come emulating flies,

That, though they never equal stars in size,

(And they were never really stars at heart),

Achieve at times a very starlike start.

Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

Robert Frost's Fireflies in the Garden

I have no words or fireflies, only fragments of thoughts and passing images I dreamt.

Do you know any fireflies? What do you dream of when you gaze upon the stars?