You track the moth through midnight stone
Camera strap cuts shoulder bone
Pale wings brush the iced mortar seams
Flash catches dust in halogen beams
Frost etches maps on lens glass clear
Shutter speed stops time right here
Wing powder coats your thumbprint cold
Story framed in blue and gold
Pale wings search the alley deep
Winter holds what summer keeps
You follow light through cobblestone veins
Moth survives the freezing rains
Pale wings search the alley deep
Winter holds what summer keeps
Breath plumes rise like ghost exhaust
Each frame a moment briefly caught
Wings tilt toward a sodium glow
You crouch low where headlights go
Frost etches maps on lens glass clear
Shutter speed stops time right here
Wing powder coats your thumbprint cold
Story framed in blue and gold
Pale wings search the alley deep
Winter holds what summer keeps
You follow light through cobblestone veins
Moth survives the freezing rains
Pale wings search the alley deep
Winter holds what summer keeps
Bus brakes hiss on distant streets
Moth rests where ice and shadow meets
You wait for lift, for sudden flight
Aperture wide to catch the light
Shutter clicks match heartbeat rhythm
Wings unfold in slow prism
No metaphor, no hidden sign
Just survival captured in time
Pale wings search the alley deep
Winter holds what summer keeps
You follow light through cobblestone veins
Moth survives the freezing rains
Pale wings search the alley deep
Winter holds what summer keeps
Dawn cracks purple on brick facade
Moth lifts off like prayer to god
You lower camera, nod, walk on
Film advanced to next unknown
Pale wings search the alley deep
Winter holds what summer keeps
You follow light through cobblestone veins
Moth survives the freezing rains
Pale wings search the alley deep
Winter holds what summer keeps
Wings disappear in morning gray
You keep shooting anyway
