You are safe

You are safe, the flutter of her wings gently whispered

As the moth rested on my shoulder 

with her veil of soft darkness
piercing a hole through my deaf ear.

I hear you, moth, I do,
I feel your weightless touch
I see your delicate dark beauty
I am bewitched by the sweetness of your wine.

Yet, I do wonder, how come are you 

unafraid to burn your wings
in the fire of this love,
unabated from your quest of light,
undeterred from your thirst of truth?

How come a delicate winged creature such as you
bestows her gifts to the night alone,
so frail and so exposed to the wims of blackness?

How cruel is the mere existence of you 

in reminding me the unbereable vulnerability 

of tiny winged things 

hopelessly magnetised by beauty and grace?

Hush now, little frightened one, she spoke,

Never you mind the fulness of this fire

Nor the bait of this enticing light

Nor the menacing pitfalls of being delicate and open.

For, you see, it is your light 

that has lured me here

to burn in your love

and teach you trust.

So lay your guard down, darling,

we're just here for a little while.