Somewhere deep in the heart doth lie,
a beautiful, untainted butterfly,
and though shrouded in cobwebs he may be,
Come out as the truth he will eventually.

Or in the coccoon this dream was thought,
a lovely little epitaph for what some sought,
moth after moth was seen outside,
as with the dirt is the butterfly made the bride.

Orifice for speaking is born in shadow,
lovely, with words to calm the marrow,
chills in the bones for the time ignored,
massive, moths adhered to are not abhorred,

For throughout the ages leaving a legacy,
the moth stands in for the butterfly's plea....

Kevin Maroney

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moth-or-a-butterfly/