Moths to a Flame

The flame burns bright
Moths circle and chant
Around and around they go
Back off they cant

Drawn to the motion
The shadows and heat
Moths dive deeply
Their ends do they meet

The men dance around her
They are the moths to the flame
Circling and diving
Screaming her name

The muse knows not
A flaming heart she holds
Hope she clutches close
Love opening the folds

She seeks for the one
Dancing around the flame
Courage he has
Regardless of his shame

The moths dance around her
The wings singed black
Her flame is a song
Sanity they lack

She cries for each one
They know not what they have done
Life snuffed out quickly
Her flame is the sun

Tears of a muse
Lost and depressed.
Life has no meaning
She prays for a rest

Tears of a river
Deeper and fast
Her flame extinguished
She prays for the last

The moth that circled
So far and so slow
Her heart flickers
Trust does he sow

Forever so strong
Her weakness revealed
A muse so human
Her fate once sealed.

Forever alone
Past to atone
The muse cries freely
Afraid to believe

Falling to her knees
She begs and she pleads
Patience and kindness
Love to fill her needs

The moth dances to and fro
Uncertain of where to go
To her and away
Now he can’t say

Patience and balance she must learn
So long has she lived
Her flame forever to burn
Trust the key to a heart that will never flee.

DLT © July 10 2004