Moths

Moths are the butterflies of the night. They remain faithful to the moon, fae of the darkness. This lovely evening, an array of Moths surrounded me, it was then I felt comforted by nature once again, as if lost ones had come to visit me in another form. They did not stray as I walked, Merely floating elegantly among my aura. They flocked not in my face, nor on my skin, a decent space between, like guarding me beneath the moonlit sky. The moon was large, & had completely lit the starless sky. I was happy in this walk, the spirits of the earth had grasped onto me like a snug embrace, It's been quite some time...!