To a Former Moth - Poem by Robert J. Tiess

To a Former Moth

The moth you played,
no butterfly.

Then, every fire
found your eye.

With anxious wings
you would ascend,

escape the solace
of the dark

to chase the flames,
where they might end,

and risk disaster
past a spark.

Now you're reborn,
perhaps you've learned

to seek the light
and not be burned.