Apr 2017
In the stillness of night they whisper
Telling secrets of all that will never be
Drowning out star chatter
The eyes painted upon the wings of the
Luna Moths
See much
But a fleeting seven days of life
Borne of the moon
Green as emeralds shining in lunar light
Resting in hands of dark dwellers
Eternally lusting for glow
From a moon they can only flutter for
And whisper of things
Never to be~A
Telling secrets of all that will never be
Drowning out star chatter
The eyes painted upon the wings of the
Luna Moths
See much
But a fleeting seven days of life
Borne of the moon
Green as emeralds shining in lunar light
Resting in hands of dark dwellers
Eternally lusting for glow
From a moon they can only flutter for
And whisper of things
Never to be~A
Luna Moths are beautiful. Being the cruel creature that I am, I have many of them dried and pinned to pieces of coloured velvet, framed and hung on my walls. They have no mouths. Their only objective is to mate. Which they do. For hours on end. <3
