Moonmoth Poem by Star Dust

The rope is broken,
Down to its last string,
As it’s been traveling,
Across the desert’s sea,
Through the memories it went,
And came up expressionlessly,

The moonmoth is gray,
Red, black and green too,
It’s foreign smile alight,
And eyes glinting aspheric,
And wings fluttering,
In this earthy air,

An angel is glowing,
Glowing blue,
Radiating power and kindness right though,
Its escape is final,
From heaven it fell,
And landed here,

The trees are dead,
Dead but purple,
With ink from a soul,
Passing by from another land,
It’s touch indecisive and rare,
With magic and care,

The Sky is falling,
Falling stars,
Bright light in the black,
And trails of dust,
Left behind for,
A scribbled sky,

The clock is ticking,
Tricking around,
Never stopping,
Not willing,
And time is flying,
Flying away.