Drawn to the flame
A light shown so bright.
Resistance is futile,
She must seek the light.

Intoxicated, she flutters,
Dancing back to the beam.
Seeking its essence,
Or so it would seem.

The wick of the candle,
She’d so like to find.
The core of its being,
The death of her kind.

At times, she’ll get close
To that essence that pulls her.
But the blessed wind shifts,
And to safety she throws her.

So little moth,
with wings a bit singed.
Take heed of the lesson
Of the candle light binge.

When seeking the light,
In which to live and dance.
Make sure its reflection,
Shows truth and not trance.

oh i see
we have to stay up half of the night to see more of your stuff
that’s fine im awake…

nice write

it is hard to stay away from the things that hurt us
so damn tempting aren’t they

cute kc, thanks.

as always very nice

Very good !! I like this alot. Thanks for the read.

some lessons in life are harder to learn and some well,..

Hugs,, I so do love the view from within

Oh so very good! (((Wench)))

thanks

Aww but we all must learn the hard way.

Some of us need to singe our wings a few times before we get it...fantastic piece Lauri