The Light

When it comes to you,
I discovered that I am a moth.
I couldn’t fly in a straight line
to save my life.

I searched for closeness
something warm.
I saw you and tumbled
through the air.

For some reason,
the wind never blew.
I landed a bit closer
and noticed you didn’t move.
The closer I got,
I felt how dangerous you could be
how easily you blister my body.

After all,
I cannot fly
without running into things.
Falling on the ground,
shaking my head,
to take off
and fly toward you again.

If you ask my friends,
I tell them
the idea of you drives me crazy.
That deep down,
I know that it’s you
a sense of purpose
without possession.

I cannot control you,
just as you cannot control me.
But here we are,
even if it hurts.

I just want
to be close to you,
discovering more
about my bright friend.

You’re everywhere
I want to be,
even if it hurts
tumbling through the air.
I’ll be right there,
to keep you company
until you burn out.