Ode to the Moths

My stomach feels, from time to time

as if you

are eating through its lining

but I find, you

quite a beautiful pest.

Your wings fade in sunlight but

color does not exist in the night time and

if someone bleached my wings I too

would become

a butterfly

on a path of destruction.

Because you flock to the moon and

them to the sun

it’s such a shame for their wings to catch fire while

no one bats an eye at

your corpse in the dust.

Sunlight outshines moonlight,

every time.

Yet, light holds more allure when it shines

from the darkness.

The night sky glimmers rather than

burns.

I too, prefer the soft light of the moon

and we

cannot be Icarus but

life in the shadows is better than none.