Angels Watching Over Me Poem by moon batchelder

a moth flew at my window
having seen my candle there,
flickering enchantingly.
but something in mid-air
had suddenly prevented her
from seizing her demise;
invisible - impregnable
despoiling suicides.

so well know i that penchant
that desire to know the flame!
so oft have been prevented that communion
much the same!
spared, without yet being asked,
from merging with that destiny.
effective as the window's glass,
these angels watching over me.