Moth
by Jabulani
Posted: Wednesday, February 21, 2007 Word Count: 50 |
Ripple, beat
The air cracks,
rent
by a wings cut
Blurring
Each moment’s
substance
torn
Freely bound;
a dance
pulling
against love
And the fire
beyond reach
that calls
through the closing dark
Again the burn
and the beat
and the crack
and the pull
and the dance
that dies
The air cracks,
rent
by a wings cut
Blurring
Each moment’s
substance
torn
Freely bound;
a dance
pulling
against love
And the fire
beyond reach
that calls
through the closing dark
Again the burn
and the beat
and the crack
and the pull
and the dance
that dies