Pale moth rests on cooling tile
Kettle sighs its final mile
Camera clicks the quiet scene
Dust floats where the light has been
Small wings catch the amber glow
Kitchen hums a song we know
Moth and steam in silence speak
Morning breaks on fragile peak
Bus ticket folded in her coat
She watches through the window's throat
Moth lifts off on trembling flight
Steam dissolves in morning light
Small wings catch the amber glow
Kitchen hums a song we know
Moth and steam in silence speak
Morning breaks on fragile peak
Shutter snaps the suspended dust
Time held in a moment's trust
Wings blur past the steam's white veil
Gone before the coffee's pale
Small wings catch the amber glow
Kitchen hums a song we know
Moth and steam in silence speak
Morning breaks on fragile peak
No map for where the moth will go
No compass for the steam's soft flow
Just click and breath and morning hush
Fragile things we cannot crush
Bus engine coughs on corner street
Boots hit pavement, rhythm sweet
Kitchen moth now gone to air
Photo holds the moment there
Small wings catch the amber glow
Kitchen hums a song we know
Moth and steam in silence speak
Morning breaks on fragile peak
Wings dissolve in rising heat
Memory makes the moment sweet
Click the shutter steam is gone
Pale wings rise on morning dawn
