Thirst for Moonlight
Mar 1st, 2005 by Ree Joy
this moth perched
on an indifferent twig
stilled into essential silence
by the immediacy of a raucous forest
this moth flutters still
onto little seekings, even driven
away from the sanctuary of the darkness it calls
home,
roused ragged into day by the sound
and haste of butterfly wings raging
in capricious vanity flying
from dominance to dominance.
one moth lost, taking flight
from light made inhospitable
by daytime cousins flying arabesques
of games and gain
in a world whose once-great heart
raced now for the pot of gold by rainbows,
choosing delight in gaudy wings resplendent
on the throw of the dice, choosing the madcap
dance of sunbeams on untoward waves
in a world which cared but
not for language nuanced in whispered
entreaties only forgivable in love gentled,
bedewed by susurrating night
this moth now melted wax, drowning
in daylight petrified, crisped into stillness;
cowed and conquered by mamon,
yet still perched, even on borrowed time,
delving wing and whispers spun
on threads of words and warmth, still
parched
for moonlight.
This was an echo, undiscordant; like the trace of a smile heard, as from a corner of my soul-eye… spun from the ambiance of a whisper trilling from across the seas…borne on the tail of a falling star, falling upwards. Gift of one moment, one thought…it was meant for one, yet meant for all - r
as always, your words render me speechless. ^_^ weakened by the sudden squishy feeling in my chest. *sigh*
See, this is why I come back, and not only for what I see right off. I search your archives for what I’ve missed and go from there. I don’t why it is so but I just couldn’t miss anything.
I may not be prompt, but I am thorough. I can’t miss the beautiful.