I am a moth
    looking for light.
I do not know why I need it.
I just know that I do.
Maybe for warmth,
    or for direction-
maybe just to be out of the darkness.
For whatever reason,
    the longing-
        the yearning
stops when I am near.
    I have direction.
        I feel warmth.
            I am a moth.
You are the light.
 

Ron W. Hamilton
© 1989