Cruel Ballet

An open window frames a scene Compelled obsession’s wistful sway A metaphor imbues my dream Entranced a moth, in porch lights gleam Around it flits, a cruel ballet An open window frames a scene With you at night, the same routine Your heart within a glass display A metaphor imbues my dream Unaware the faux flame's scheme A driven urge the moth replays An open window frames a scene With fettered will and pull extreme Your gravity of soul persuades A metaphor imbues my dream The glass I stroke as slumber weans In crushing heat I fall away An open window frames a scene A metaphor imbues my dream