Instead of dog years, I would prefer
to measure time in moth years,
by a moon not full but waning,
not howled at but named for,
not Indian but gossamer
summer nights.
Not the nobility of turning
always homeward,
but fragile,
reckless beauty of flying
into every sunrise,
when every sunrise
might be nothing more
than a porch light.
Michael Berkowitz is a poet, web developer and aspiring trapeze artist. He lives in Somerville, Massachusetts. His work has most recently appeared in Sixfold.
Eunoia Review 
ah, yes! The last five lines especially.