Tuesday, 12 November 2013


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
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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