As we live and breathe, somehow we must believe - Steve Forbert.

Moth


Beautiful moth, from a place of love;

Full of colour, full of pattern and design,

We see it flying towards our window light

and care for its incidental, haphazard flight.


For we are all moths to a flame,

Not knowing from where we came.

We fly our flags and seek the light,

Moth-men even in the United States.


Moth-ladies, painted butterflies,

Our dreams appear at night.

This world is just by the by;

Ah! little flyers, tiny pilots, good night!