Moth

beautiful little moth
so tiny
and so fragile
your simple mind is driven
by microscopic droplets of instinct
the world is so dark
and the flame so enticing
spectacular against the blackness
oh that you would just singe a wing
become enlightened to the truth
and set a straight course
away from the danger
toward safety and nourishment
but your wings are so small
they fly you in a crazy dance
flirting with the flame
this pass, very close
next pass
one touch
you will be consumed
an undetectable wisp of vapor
for a fraction of a second
and you are gone