the eye of the moth
irresistibly attracted
to the gravity of the
lantern's soft flame
like the soul is drawn
to the godly source

and like the separation
between spirit and god
the thinnest pane of glass
prevents the moth's rapture
frustrates nightly pilgrimage
transparent veiled prison

one night the glass cracks
falls broken to the earth
reveals flame's fiery aspect
and the heat at it's core
the moth's approach is
unimpeded by the glass

and as its wings are singed
an ecstatic cry is heard
the good fight has been fought
the race has been completed
the body is discarded
as soul and source unite