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 – heavy
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.
A Geek's Life 
I so love this AJ!! New discoveries in their beginnings can be intensely wonderful, and your poem brilliantly captures that.
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“This is what the
glow-worms in their
flitting feel’ – nice!!
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The wonderful lightness of your poem … ah, yes.
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