I was woken from a dream by a black moth flying into face. The night before I watched the demise of a moth in the upside down lampshade of my living room. Somehow I think they might be connected....

The Moths

A moth woke me in my dream

Sputtering whispers of cruel inclinations

Black and blurry. The furry of flight,

Reminded me of the crystal bowl

Hanging from my light globe

Where I watched another moth

           Die just the night before.