A moth to the flame

By Parson Thru

Sat, 22 Dec 2012
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What made you want to know me?
What secret had you told your friend
that brought us into contact
with a shove into my consciousness?
What made me ask your name?

What made me fall in love with you?
What power of the soul
and weakness of the flesh
brought me to your orbit
on that wet, impassioned day?

What occupies me still?
What is the itch I cannot scratch?
The echo of a distant past
that draws me to your candle
to dance around the flame?

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Comments

Submitted by The Talisman on
We're all drawn, at one time or another. The trick is, not to get burnt.

Submitted by Parson Thru on
That's a neat trick, Talisman. ;-)

Parson Thru

Submitted by Highhat on
Don't wonder too much. I think it is beyond us. Nice one PT. ;)Pia

Submitted by M T M on
Great writing with lots of thought provoking description. Merry Christmas. M.T.Maitland

M.T.M

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Hi Pia. It's sure as hell beyond me. Thank you. Merry Christmas MTM and thank you for my early Christmas present. Thanks denni. Merry Christmas!

Parson Thru

Submitted by moonphish on
beautifully expressed....many magical lines :) - alvin

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Thank you alvin. Very gratifying to read your kind words.

Parson Thru