Tiger moth.

Tiger moth

Going east all the way to sun rise
looking for the night
waiting on the memory
never shy
of working hard
trial and error
maybe something
other
than london
engagement
reaching out to the diamonds
in the sky
crocodiles eyes
swimming in this
ocean deep
i survive
spritely and sparkly
for hours
eating fires
and sitting
spinning webs
into life
worlds
singing
with the saw
fiddles
and
bows
weaving
pure
spheres
of truth
every weak end
throwing
moth balls
tiger tiger
dancing around
the lamp lights