Message of the Moth

Enticed to the light on the top porch, you hover... Moon child of the night, do you look for a lover? Oh little moth, it's you and I alone, each bound for a troth of our acquaintance unknown. Must I be a wife to one not of my choosing, a servant for life only fit for amusing? Oh, moth of the moon is it a message you bear, a sign opportune to the plea in my prayer? I see open sky through the room’s gaping window... If I could just fly, I would lift wings and go! November 5, 2014