The Candle and the Moth

May 26, 2008

The candle sits in
the center of the broad

She lights the flame,
smells the nagging sulfur.

A brief thought
passes undetected, singed
by the fires tip.

Even in the daylight,
the moth somehow
feels the new flame.

Awakened from sleep,
he finds the shortest

And just before he
finds the burning destiny,
she blows out the flame...

Type: Poetry

Share this page on Twitter.