I think the moths are up tonight with me.
We're night bright-eyed and curious,
Drawn by strange lights
That may be the death of us,
But, they're so beautiful.

Now, as I flutter toward I find it hard
To soar up where the light is in the sky.
My wings are wet and heavy,
And I struggle not to fall.
Clumsy and encumbered---a corps perdu,
I find I'm head over heels
In love with you,
The flowers of the Casablanca Lily
That bloom at night to catch
The silly moths who try to fly blind
Into the blinding lights
Of early watch.

-jenn