I Am the Moth

Why is it I should be drawn to her so...
I can think of nothing else to give blame...
Except one of nature's strangest dances...
Where I am the moth and she is the flame.

I am captured by her surreal beauty...
In the past, Circe would have been her fame...
Like a sailor lured by her siren's call...
Cause I am the moth and she is the flame.

She is an enchantress casting a spell...
And to my very soul she has laid claim...
To be near her is my constant desire...
As I am the moth and she is the flame.

The attraction is irresistible...
I have no recourse but to play the game...
Spiralling ever closer and closer...
For I am the moth and she is the flame.

So this obsession slowly takes control...
And the fire burning bright stays the same...
Lost forever in her glowing presence...
Yes, I am the moth and she is the flame.

Fox

© August 1994