It was one of those nights
when the fire was glowing
and a moth was gliding about —
it was one of those nights
when a storm was blowing
and the wind flew in and then out.

The shadow of a candle
flickered on the wall
while the flame burnt somber
to the cry of silent call —
In the flapping and the flutter
the moth in a sudden came
to nearly burn to smolder
in his hide-and-seeking game.

It was one of those nights
when birds were crowing
and the moth flew
to the corner to hide —
it was one of those nights
my tears were flowing —
and I wished you were here
by my side.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
June 1, 1999 | Graymoor, IL
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