The Moth

The Moth

All my colors, my every wordAll compliments I’ve ever heard,All my time and all my sleepingAll my money, none I’m keeping. My dinner, my treats, and my foodMy right to stay in a foul mood,My social circle, all my friendsDays that fade into pleasing ends....
Tasting Heaven

Tasting Heaven

With each O ffense, A fence is erected,and the barriers connect, forming a mazethat people get lost in.Then a thin spot hovers over them,as Heaven responds to their worship,and forgiveness bleeds through that istangible for the taking. A visible calm spreads...