She reaches up and cups the moth between both hands

then builds a glass house to meet its demands,

with space to flutter and places to rest

and a big warm lamplight which she knows he likes best.  

For a while, she lay there, lost in a trance;

mesmerised by the moths delicate dance.

It settles under the bulb, basking comfortably in the warm

and she is happy that the environment she’s providing is the norm.

  It is common to see moths around lamps at night

and thus she knows just how much moths love light,

but she thinks she knows best and what’s best for its life

and thus believes she can keep it content in her hive.  

And occasionally the moth flutters away

but it’s always a round-trip;

just like intense lovers do

in a detrimental relationship.

What she does not know

is that if the type of light is wrong,

the moth will be damaged

and will not live as long.

 

By distracting the moth during its unfairly short life

with artificial surroundings and fake sun lights,

it distracts the moth from the other compelling flowers,

not able to reproduce; thus taking his power.

All she wanted to do was to keep him -

she never intended her acts to be hindering -

the moth loves the light because it is light

but that doesn’t mean that their relationship is right.  

Time’s running low but the moth isn’t knowing

that staying with what he knows best,

just because it is glowing,

may not be the way to live his life to the fullest.

Perhaps he would be better off living in a different nest.  

Or even a whole new start;

all on his own

because, sometimes in life,

it is best to postpone,

instead of jumping straight

from one light to the next,

to allow yourself time

to sample the fruits of the rest.