She flutters around the flame,
Yearning for its light to remain,
The warm, golden sheen
softly blankets her wings.
She dances to the fluorescent flicker
Reveling like a drunken wanderer
Her glassy scales glow in the light
Seemingly brighter than the stars at night
Perhaps she is a lost soul
who never found her eclipse*
Perhaps the candlelight is her solace—
is her ephemeral bliss.
*Eclipse is a group of moths
~Upon a Moth Around a Flame
18/11/2024
