Saint Omega

Green Moth The night the green moth came for me, A creamy moon poured down the hill, The meadow was a silver sea Small pearls hung from every tree, And all so still so still. He floated in on my white bed, A strange and soundless fellow. I saw the horns wave on his head. He stepped across my pillow In tiny ermine boots, And spread his cape of green and yellow. He came so close that I could see His golden eyes, and sweet and chill, His faint breath wavered over me. "Come, my child, my beautiful." Said he. And all so still so still. _________ This one of my favorite poems, written by Winifred Welles. Date unknown. Anyway, I'm Tris, 25 (Nov 1). Not much to say about myself, really. Just a simple, blue eyed gay boy who spends half his time lost in space and who loves Cheetos. Yep! mmMHmm! Hope you are a having an absolutely fantastic, magical and peaceful day! =)