Calling us home

Calling us home

 

We are moths about a flame

dancing in the light of almost certain death

somehow feeling that its warmth and glow

reflects off us in glorious colour

 

Silence is broken

by the fluttering of our wings

this heart dance

about flickering light

 

We dance on

certain that its magnetism

it's intoxicating draw

is real

 

Until we see the silver moon

cross the azure sky

and our true calling emerges

 

Silver shafts of the lunar chase

And we dance now to a brighter call

where clarity falls upon our frailty

and calls us home