Written by a dear friend:
Yesterday the electricity vanished. Naturally, a candle was lit.
As I stared at the candle I noticed a moth began a frantic flight around the flame until it finally flew right into the fire and perished. I was suddenly reminded of something small I wrote a year or two ago.
Let me be the similitude of a moth
Ever entranced by the burning light
Always returning, always coming closer
Until finally consumed by that very light