Moths

In the process of tidying up some old documents, I came across this. Something I wrote about 14 years ago, and had completely forgotten about. Odd how I sometimes read my old writings and find it hard to believe that I wrote them.
 It's a bit wordy, but I can't bring myself to dump it . . .

Moths

The light-hungry moths assault the window

Attracted, it’s said, by the moon-resemblance of electric glow

Is this true? Are they so stupid?

Or does our perception lag behind that which they know?

These questions unanswerable of course

Posed by fools, poets or scientists who divorce

Their seeing-eye from dreaming

Of a pinned-down truth, their only resource.

For my part, I speculate (as I stare into the night)

Perhaps it is light alone they desire - any light

Drawn by the call of an erotic grail

And the promise of a luminescent bite

If this is so, we have much to fear

Light blinds and burns if we stray too near

Its incandescent sanctuary

We are so easily destroyed by that which we revere.