Moth Moon

this is the story of a moth of the moon
and a night riding hungry bat
who follow their glimmering shimmering light
to the jungles of my darkened room
as the shadows fall into the window light
moth flutters and land on my nose
i am startled a bit because of a fit
you had caused in my deep repose
to whome i say in my wandering spite
do i speak to about this magic
because i cannot here promise to you
that this will not become real tragic

up here said the bat from his small painted spot
behind the officers table
i'll tell you true nothing happens to you
if you sign on this line if your able

the bat flew down in his mystery cape
to the nose where the customer screamed
then up flew the moth to the screen in the sill
while the bat bit down on his mate

the customer screeched like the skin of a peach
when a little boys teeth crunches down
oh my god he wags mother mary he shouts
i'm engaged with a winged furry mouse

the wind she blew and the moon moth flew
to the warmth of soft yellow light
around it she fluttered till her heart turned to butter
in the full moon surrounded with dew

she swooned in the fire of her deepest desire
she fell to the light like a leaf
she rests there for now as if dropped from the bough
to the deep of the deepest relief

the bat struggles still as the customer swills
whiskey from a blue cobalt glass
then he feels luna's screen a portal it seems
has been made at the window's high sill

the yellow light gleams the bat's hungry it seems
so he flashes in black round the glass
the yellow light dims as around it he swims
in the dark of a summers last gasp


fluttering behind the glass in the light
the moon moth she moves there at last
she stretches her wings she wakes from her dream
of a hero who's strong and most bright

the yellow light out the luna is lost
she only can feel the fresh air
her glowing wings spread in the moonlight her hair
glittered softly most supple and soft

the bat in night air his breath like a frost
flutterd over to moon moth's soft side
he offered a wing and in the night sings
of his love of the moon and the moth

so let it be kissed that always is missed
the love of a love by your side
unlikely the pair surprising and fair
the bat and the moon moth in bliss