LIGHT - A Moths Journey

Which way do I take the one filled with light brighter than the day or the one that’s with scattering lights like the stars of the night sky Which source do I seek the one that’s magnetic and bright burning hotter than the sunlight or the one that’s out of my reach but its reflections casting light on all that’s here for me Who do I listen to? the flutter of thousand wings helpless and lost in spiraling traps, busy burning to ash.

past the pain in my cuticles, I hear a call from within to crawl into the chilling darkness. Rest and restore my senses to find the source of true nourishment I must burn from within, shed my shell and fly to the flowers of the meadows glowing like the stars of the sky. we must return home soon, before the meadows vanish into the darkness in the wait for us for the creation of new seedlings.