Fluttering Moth

Sweeping moon dust from her wings The moth spirals high into the glow of the moon I close my eyes and see your face Wondering if in a distant place It ever flies for the moon to reach me Whispers of young lovers And I walk away remembering The soft blanket of night that hid our first embrace You meant the world to me I reach for the moon to keep you within Against the still of darkness I feel comfort by its shade And into the warmth of black I keep silent my forlorn desire The glow of my love's fire within me illuminates And I swat at the fluttering moth