Is it a butterfly or a moth?
Half closed eyes can't tell through lashes
I was dreaming inspiration
And for the first time in a long time I felt light
But it wasn't through the blinds
It was a light out of mine
A gorgeous seed of hope in my head
The roots spread
If only it was born where others didn't tread
So it must be a moth
Half closed eyes couldn't tell through it's lashes
It brought dreams of desperation
And for the 100th time in a short time I felt caged
But it wasn't from the blinders
It was alight onto mine
A shadowy figure perched overhead
The wings spread
If anything was growing underneath it must be dead
God said no one keeps their light under a bush
Someone else said a candle loses nothing from lighting another candle
But extinguishing a flicker, or a morning, gives us power we can handle
Hush
I hear it like the pause in my breath
Do you think that moths like light or hate light?
Do they want to be light or eat light?
Are they yearning for the morning early or extending out the night?
As it crept in
It's wings carried the weight of choice and discomfort
Of being asked
Of torching new beginnings just to reconcile past
How did it know so quickly I was shining?
I caught just a few breaths of fresh air, smiling
It was so like resurfacing as I came up from the dream
And yet almost as soon as I believed
It was dark again
Whoever said we lose nothing from lighting another candle
Forgets that we produce the warmth and flames we make
I don't believe a moth is evil
Maybe it's just so cold
So hungry for heat and light and weight
It doesn't feel the oxygen run out or hear the cries
It doesn't see the panic minded stare in empty eyes
I know it might not mean to, but I also know it lies
