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like a moth to a candle

i am drawn to your flame

let my wings burn

in the sweet ecstasy

of being consumed by your fire

let me have my peace

the way is trying

but i fly to you

anyway

i but wish to cross over

and become 1

a memory

of my former self

i submit all that i am

to your glow

i am mesmerized

by your flickering truth

that grasps hold

of my consciousness

every “Now & Then”

i but wish to

be 1 with you

for the rest of my eternity

so . . .

like a moth to a candle

i am drawn to your flame

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© 26 September 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.