the moth

the flutter and the flashing of light
as the wings move
softer
than a feather
and i could almost hear the air move
with each beat
but so silent was it moving
the moth

with golden eyes
painted on its wings
in dust
by god
oh beauty
save me from your fragile shift

i saw you on the wall
without knowing you'd be there
and thought you were a face
i screamed
the moth
had frightened me
without moving an inch

and knowing if i touch you
the powder of your colour
would transfer to my hands
and impede your flying
i decided not to
i just look

the moth
so light
and yet so in command
as round the light you flit
an open window calls you
to forget desire
and fly free
the flame could kill you
but the evening air
will let you be