The Moth, The Moon, And Me Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Like a moth, I am drawn to the light
as it leans against the window ledge.
I dream to hold what I have no right
that beckons beyond the outer edge.

I flutter my wings in sweet rejoice
wanting to shatter the window pane
as it muffles the sound of your voice,
and I wish to bring it home again.

You read Baudelaire by candlelight.
“Sadness rises in me like the sea, ”
who loves you more than I have the right
when your love was not destined for me.

I fall down in faint of love and shame,
my wings waving one final farewell,
and smolder in sonnets of your name
that cause my frangible heart to swell.