As a moth to the flame - A Prophetic verse
As a moth to the flame
Like the dust upon a moths wing
our thoughts of good before love.
Love; that fabled flame draws
our fragile wings and soft belly
to burn in passionate flash.
the feelers we’ve followed unerringly
melting first before the all powerful onslaught
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We come out; unknowing before
as gold gilded eagles
soaring high on joy’s thermal
Lifted far above the world and it’s calamities
but we perceive all
and guide those still mired in the clay of their creation
Our feathers glint in the sun as a wink from the son
the wings of our new abodes only tiring when heart has it’s fill
A razor like beak now leads: cutting between flesh and bone
The blood red earth and it’s heart of stone
Originally posted on http://tairngir.tumblr.com/page/2
Mar 17 2010