Much like the ebb and flow
Much like the day’s composition
And the heart’s pain or peace
The Ladybug shall return
And if he wasn’t supposed to know
Harmonia would not be heard
The antennae would not rise
And the aphid would destroy the orchid
In the perfect balance of
Life and death is the lady beetle
Sunrise and sunset, night and day
Tears and smiles, sadness and joy…
In flies the Unfathomable onto a nettle leaf…
Hesitation is the giveaway
Your flight path direct
Your stay temporary
Your return unpredictable
So those nights we’re a flip of the coin, eh?
But how long would it be
How long would it be?
How long until you flew into the night
Through a human webwork of error
A synthetically designed mess
Purely outside the natural world
Perhaps that is why you are so bright?
And the spots?
Some say sorrow, some say joy
To me they are just spots
They are as you were
Marks of your life
Scales of anyone’s life
No more important than the scar on your face
Or the double-jointedness of your life
And think of the moon
The moon versus the allure of nighttime
The beacon of the dark hours
Versus the timeless seductive broken streets
Think of the moon’s pain
When it has not enough for half
Or barely enough light for a sliver of severed lives
Think of that poor lonesome moon
And how it longs to embrace your radiant red and your spots
And love each and every one as the Beauty of the Journey
So when you return home from your mononocturnal travels
When your color is just your color and nothing else
We shall remember the moon together
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