And why should I tell you the reason
You slipped and fell into the well?
You were sniffing the rim for poison,
You were hunting for heaven in hell.
I look out from the eyes of others
I lie hidden behind their smiles
And I roar in the wind’s wild weathers
Where the glum seas glug up their whales.
I come when you do not call me
At a time of my own choosing
When the fruit hangs ripe on the tree
And the juice from the fruit is oozing.
Wait for me, Moth, oh wait until I come—
And suck you back again into my flame!