the moth enamored by the
candles light
enjoys the warmth
its glow
begins..the courtship of
fire and flight
with each pass the moths
love grows
time flutters by the moth
is drawn in
and flies to close
to the flame
enticed by the beauty
that lies within
the moth is never
the same
fire kissed wings it falls
to the floor
struggling as life
passes by
never wanting to love
anymore
the moth slowly
dies..
the remnants on the
floor.. reflect
a love that could
never be
the flame that drew me
close was you
the moth of course
...was me


writings from the tombs...

Moths in time become butterlies and within the flame a soul shall shine and upon your heart calm & peace shall reside

ohhhhhhhh Butterflies

Awwww Tomb I hope you really don't feel that way...

Hugzzzzzz
Great Poem!

Great poem!