Going insane
moth to a flame to a glistening light
in the heat of the night
Drawn to a fire
by an unkown desire
hour after hour
by a higher power
The warmth of its glow
enthralls me so
To hover around
& absorb every sound
A crackling spark
shoots through the dark
A sign from above?
Could it be love?
Alas, it can't be such
feeling too much
Like a singeing touch
Too late to learn that
I'll always get burned.