I dreamed once, beneath the moon's glow

to rise from the earth and ascend

but now this life has reached its end,

It's time, at last, for me to go.

And here remain languid glories

a wish to see more wayward skies

dreams held bound in watery sighs,

whispers now of hopeful stories.

And so now I endure the storm

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lost and dreaming in silent caves,

tossed and turning in silken graves,

Until we rise then, all transformed.

Dream in darkness, in silk entombed

I languish here, both night and day,

I die and wish old lives away.

Until I'm from this crypt exhumed

In death, reborn, new hope's delight,

fluttering soul now to display

this dreamed-of form in light of day,

and then into the dead of night.

Emptied, broken, and now all dried

The cocoon falls now to the floor

echo of what I was before,

the hearse in which I dreamed and died.

And now I'm drawn to distant light,

with newfound dreams now set ablaze,

wandering 'neath a moonlit gaze,

A moth silkborn in silent night