A firefly came to visit me; in the darkness of my room.
To say that this won’t last forever; the heavy looming gloom.
At first I thought I had gone mad; the blinking twinkling light.
Then my bulb alit from the pattern; the dark between was flight.
I peeled I off the sickbed; in the daze of recognition.
I chased her round my space; no more obsessed with my condition.
Captured safe in gratitude; for the break from melancholy.
I set her free & smiled anew; determined to be jolly.
L.B.Stowe 