The Moth

Towards the light it flew
With gentle pace.
Towards the light it soared
With complete grace.

Towards the light it aimed,
With silent sound,
Towards the light it flung,
And heartbeat pound.

Towards the light it danced,
With fluffy skin,
Towards the light it bounced,
Without sin.

Towards the light it swung,
With careless thought.
Towards the light it dived,
Only light it sought.

Towards the light it swam,
With ocean need,
Towards the light it darted,
With one seed.

Towards my light it hit me,
With no fear,
Towards my beating heart,
I observed the little dear.

Towards the light it ventured,
With no dark,
Towards the light it brightened,
The dark seed within my heart.

Towards the window then she hit,
The moth she fell, no obvious pain,
I realised then that we should play
A very similar game.

And fly towards the light with aim,
And never see the dark again.



Boneata Bell.
 

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