The Moth Goes near it To seek some light In its world of darkness To seek some respite In its desolate life To seek some warmth In its search for love, Care and belongingness'
The Moth goes near it Hoping to find Some acceptance Some reciprocation Of its burning desire For that source of light But try as he might He fails, he fails And he miserably fails'
Every time he goes to it He comes back With less of warmth And a lot less care' Burns and Scalds On its bruised body Because of the Light That hardly cares To share its luminance To shower its radiance On this hapless victim Of its crude ignorance'
And yet the Moth Madly in love Dedicated to its light That source of 'delight' Which it hopes Would be for him One day ' And pine for him As he does for her' He would win over it, Come what may' Goes seeking her Night after night And every night He returns back Burned and scalded As ever before'
So with all these scalds And scars of burns Which he accepts As the kind Give-away Of his beloved light, Tired yet devoted With wings so torn He can hardly fly' He still makes One last attempt To appease his Beloved - That luminous light On one last night.
And he burns and burns And he so badly burns His body in ashes' All over his Beloved's Flame of Light.
And in that moment Of despair and death Not just the night Mourns this grave loss Of love and longing' The candle-light Burning bright For all these nights Realizes the depth Of the Moth's Eternal love for her' And in a sense of shock Gives up itself To the world of Darkness and Death.
So now the burnt-out, Withered Wick Remains the stoic witness To tell this tragic tale Of the Moth and the Light How they met every night Yet there was no love Lost nor gained, Neither realized Nor reciprocated. And yet when they couldn't Unite in life' Death found a way out Heralding their sacred union In the after-life. Amen!
