I had a dream,

It was two in the morning,
Quiet and dark,
Under dim street lamp lighted streets
we walked.

You were walking in front of me
and I was dawdling behind,
Gazing at the sparkling street lights
and at the moths circling frantically around the light,
As if trying to catch it; take hold of it for themselves.

I was a moth,
Trying to encircle and hold a light,
A light that I thought shined brilliantly,

But you were walking in front of me,
In the darkness
and not in my light.