The Moth

Misguided, Misunderstood.
The substandard Lepidoptera,
Swarming the mouth of Nyx in search of
light.

Restless spirit, blithe, hopeful,
Dance upon the open branches of the pomegranate tree.
You move so well, with wings aflutter,
circling the heavens in pursuit of
respite.

Children of Saturniidae, sons of Atlas,
Follow unto a grander plane,
to your final dance set amongst
the endless meadow beneath that
great celestial sphere in the sky.
Take flight.