Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Moth's Paradox

My heart is a moth drawn to the light
Joyfully dancing around its shell.
In its passionate joy it realizes not
The battered body and wings it sustains.
Departing at dawn to dream of its quest,
When next night falls it finds a flame.
Opened warmth, enticing it to touch
Quest sought and found, it flies within
And is consumed.

Centuries of absolute love have failed to breed
Within the moth a trait for withholding.
Nor has the weeping sight of moths consumed
Enlightened the centuries of lovers and poets
To the dangers of their hearts inflamed.
Likewise we are consumed

And yet, reborn.