The Moon Without Form

I feel as if I were a butterfly, gazing down at the earth from afar and dreaming of flight. I spread my wings and soar toward the light, forgetting the gale in that moment, forgetting where I am going. Sadly, I head toward a deeper fate, toward moonlight, starlight, and fantasy, losing myself in the dark. I fly through summer, through the bitterest winter, through time, through the sky, and fall forever from the heavens...