Moth

   
Dress of lace, teasing the flame,
she hovers above, offering nameless whispers
and time ebbed
by; she dips and then offers
herself
to the sky in a moment's relief...
I stare alone into my beach
fire
and turn out a lingering light;
she bats her wings as though
to fight
against my letting go;
but I look her in the
eyes and know,
it is all there is left to do, only
the free
can return to you...she looks
me back in mine,
turns,
and flies into the moon.