SONG OF THE MOTH

I am the moth in your candle flame.
Seeing your light from afar I felt the pull,
In the blackness of night the light called to me.
No more the dampness on my tattered wings
My freedom seared
My wings are flame
My body wick
My life is fire
To enlighten your living, illuminate your seeing.
When the flame dies out only ash remains,
But you will carry the flame
That my wings became in your heart.


Utah 1984
M. Reynolds