The Moth

The Moth flies at twilight
 
My light
 
When our planets motion cuts the beam
Of multi coloured daylight from the sun
To let the silhouetted evening halflight
Pass swiftly 
Then be done

Silence for a moment 'til
Soft gentle starlight
Touching dark velvet on the Earth
May come

The fox barks at starlight
In the shadow of the hill

While the hare lays
In her form
Very
Very
Still

_

Egal Bohen