dance_of_the_moth aM i DiStUrBeD? Dancing in your own little way, The dance of life that makes you fray, About the edges of your own little world, Encompassing the wings that you unfurled. The moon she retrieves her pale cold disk, Boldly through this obnoxious night, your risk, Carrying you to your wholesome truth, The must that it should be fulfilled, your youth. To begin the end that was once so fruitfully began, To achieve your goal, knowing you’ve done all that you can. To find forgiveness is gentle as the breeze, To return to your homeland high amongst velvet trees. Wafting through starlight, life’s empty bliss, Flowing through sunlight, the earth that it kissed. Hanging by the uplift, before you begin to fall, Catching yourself after everything, you and evermore. Flickering by the wayside of your soul’s very light, Awakened by the calling of the dead of night. Found to be lovingly fluttering by the glow of the moon, Dancing in my eyesight, to nature’s intuitional tune. 041031 what's it to you? who go blather from