The moth

Are you cold outside,
my dear friend the moth?
Are you so afraid of shadows,
my dearest friend the moth?
Or do you seek them and that is why
you sit so close to my lantern,
my precious friend the moth?
Is your flight so truly listless,
my age-old friend the moth?

We all walk on shadows,
in those places between dreams
when I love you
I love you
I love you.