02/06/2007

I am a moth to the flame, attracted by your beauty,
The slightest touch does scorch yet too late as I am burning with desire.
I flutter unashamedly a dance with danger to feel your warmth
Unaware each wing stroke is a hurricane or tornado elsewhere.

I am a moth to the flame, too plain for the light of day
Your ambient glow softens me you make me out against the wall
Larger than life a formless shadow against you.
And somewhere just like me, a storm tossed sailor is lost at sea
Your light, a siren’s song, his beacon call.

Extinguished you are not immediately gone,
Your warmth emanates before diluted in the night
Your brightness fresh on my retinas lingers momentarily
Gone too soon, an image intangible, out of reach.
My dream