Back yard porch light
Burns bright with a dim light,
                                                     Amongst the hollow trees.
Shadows swimming out of sight
malicious in their whipping bite,
                                                           ­  Calm the forest that can not be.
A flutter of flurries swarms the night
I'm improching on the source of white
                                                           ­       Free the moth that's not your moon.
So soon be gone my dusty paresite
Flee these woods of wrong turn fright,
                                                         ­          For soon that light will be your guide to stay.
And your moon will dull and fade into the starlight
Beseech your home, it puts up a fight,
                                                          ­        Away away you flitter the fray.
Your dusted coat of chalk sheet blight
tethers away like thoughts of yesternight,
                                                    ­                   Leaving specks of musk alomg the tree line.