Moth to the flame I touch you under candle light seeking the words I can never say of the ways we wax and wane in the dark Crescents howling for lovers and capricious connections I do not know your sunbeam I never held it close I was doused by sprinklers and stars I haven’t got the words to recapture fountains, but I’ve decided to write anyway
Psyche’s Lantern
Psyche’s Lantern
Psyche’s Lantern
Moth to the flame I touch you under candle light seeking the words I can never say of the ways we wax and wane in the dark Crescents howling for lovers and capricious connections I do not know your sunbeam I never held it close I was doused by sprinklers and stars I haven’t got the words to recapture fountains, but I’ve decided to write anyway