moth's lament

 

a candle's flame draws every moth

and you burn brighter than most

in the darkness of my night, you

outward motion, you

have shaped me

with no response, or too casual a reply

 

yes, I know

how guarded flesh needs more restraint

interpreting the lash

breaking with the past

surrendering to chaos

at a moment's wayward notion from the night

 

so, I flutter here darkly

beyond your light

my wings whispering entreaty, oaths of fealty

 

yet, no sack of shadow

in lost warrens where imagination flies

captures any flavor of wanton life

and out here

past your boundary

in the distance you have made

this emptiness

will leech away my warmth

draw me from your flame


moth's lament

Tyrant Love