Moth

Moth

As I grasped the reality
to save what was reaching out of hands
the moth flied away to the distant moon
Flames were silenced
and my tears were many
Before the last sparkle went out
under this flight
burning the branches
you traveled
Swing your wings, dive toward me
my hands grasped for the distant moth
Swing your wings
dive toward me
to embrace
give me back my life
give me back my fire