Only
words
Moth
words
Wheeling, fluttering in
the air between us
Filling
the silences
With
their own music
Words
dancing, alighting on your hair
To
touch when hands are stilled
Across
the distances they fly
Sombre
and small, night seekers
Messengers
Alone
in the darkness
Finding
their own direction
From
the scent of distant breezes
The
light of faithful stars
Only
words
To
grasp a thought in time
Moth
words
No
longer
Pinned
to a page
But
rising
Floating
free.
©Jo
Collett 2013
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