Luna Moth
I lit a fire in the concrete stairwell. The flames called you forth from the darkness I was too blind to realize I was enveloped in. The letters did not float to the sky. The sky lit upon your glowing shoulders. I wondered about the secret hidden on the feathery brow. My hand is smaller than your wings, but somehow I knew I could crush you. I never would, I talked to you like my old friend that time too. Even meeting you again, I am afraid to touch that imaginary softness. I thought I was on the right track, I thought everything was fine. I found your broken body amoung the leaves, and wondered with a tear if things were ever really fine. Seeing you again today, I am still afraid to touch. Sitting beside you, you can even show your blessed form in the daylight. If I were like you, maybe I could fly away. Maybe I could fly in the darkness toward the light.