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
