I was going through my Ovate Journal and came across this from a dream diary entry:
Your eyes are like night-blooming flowers
That blossom in the light of the moon
Only to fade at break of day
My love is like a beautiful moth
Who seeks out your scent in the night breeze
And drinks your sweet nectar in the moonlight
But who only lives until the dawn
yr pal, Fox
"So good luck came, and on my roof did light, like noiseless snow."
– Robert Herrick, from 'The Coming of Good Luck'