This poem explores our crossroads—the times when we experience cosmic shifts in our perspectives of life and are ready to embrace change. Truth is hidden beneath a moth’s dark wings and slowly surfaces.
Rouse what’s beneath dark wings.
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Dark wings
Flutter at dusk
Flittering to the end
Light breaks water, almost before–
It leaves.
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It leaves–
The pond stores the secrets unseen
Saved below the surface
Where eyes can’t see
But wait.
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Light wings
Surface for sight
Flitter to light’s new glow
Unfurling their hidden glory
For all.
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