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
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