Moth to a Flame

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Moth to a flame…uplifted

on wings broken midflight by

a love unkind seeking the

warmth of a bright future.

Yet what burns it more?

Do pyres rise higher than

the dreams broken wings held?

Does light cast shadow down

the lashes that flutter by?

Fear not what calls the

phantoms that shaped the past.

My heart will raze the wings again, but this time strengthening you.