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.

And this may be the death of us,

But you're so beautiful.

-jenn