Singing With Fireflies

Midnight dark night

Lights twinkle bright

Frogs grunt, storm brews

Not ever she'll forget those views

Soft wind and caress of the air

Some hay straws tangled in her hair

The dress is light and feet are bare

She slowly walks into nightmare

There's not a soul that is outside

Not even elf which could reside

In depths of forest with old might

She walks barefoot, to faint nightlight

Those flickers lead her to their bay

The precious stones, the month of May,

Even the ones who's counted "lost"

If found in this forsaken coast

The joy is filling her completely

She stumbled here so ever freely

The river made the hum melodic

The singing started by exotic

The tune so known, the words so easy

Her ears are piqued by something breezy

And then it clicks in heart, in skies

She's singing with the fireflies

And months on end she sings this tune

Voice hoarse, face sullen, body blue

Can't stop her song no matter what

She's claimed by lost, the exit - shut