Longing for the tepid day,
But destined nocturnal.
Seeks out the next best thing.
His heaven on Earth.
Born to give love,
But only moments to accomplish.
Using his ordinary celestial navigation,
To fly his straight and true path,
Yet distracted by the light vibration,
Hones in on fallacious physiology.
That which he loves so much,
It attracts him,
That wretched flame!
He has no will power.
He judges not.
Jejune ideas of lasting sweetness.
Humble belief of inherent goodness.
And simply bemoans.
That which he loves so much,
Would ever burn so deeply.
Devoid of thoughts on dying,
Turns direct to sizzle fry,
In the candle’s affectionate flame...
But destined nocturnal.
Seeks out the next best thing.
His heaven on Earth.
Born to give love,
But only moments to accomplish.
Using his ordinary celestial navigation,
To fly his straight and true path,
Yet distracted by the light vibration,
Hones in on fallacious physiology.
That which he loves so much,
It attracts him,
That wretched flame!
He has no will power.
He judges not.
Jejune ideas of lasting sweetness.
Humble belief of inherent goodness.
And simply bemoans.
That which he loves so much,
Would ever burn so deeply.
Devoid of thoughts on dying,
Turns direct to sizzle fry,
In the candle’s affectionate flame...
~Mme. Pamela McCreight 2010~
Thanks, Will, for the inspiration - now and always.
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