I am just a flame burning.
In the day I am outshined by the Sun and the Earth
And all the glory of creation.
But in the darkness,
I am a solitary beacon
Shedding a glow to those
But sometimes the moths come,
guided by some inner thirst
to get as close as possible
without fully knowing it could be their undoing.
And it is possible,
that so many moths come to feast on the light
That the wind from their wings
Can actually extinguish the flame.
I have gone on,
Not knowing that the flame went out,
Only knowing that the nights are infinitely quiet again.
And in that cacophonous silence,
A spark is born.