Flower Of Light

31 October, 1975

Think of a flower that’s open all day,
With petals on which raindrops do lay,
That twinkle with brilliance and a soft golden light,
Attracting the moths that fly by at night.

Remember a fragrance that drifts through the air,
So light and so sweet it lingers with care,
Like thoughts of love that spellbind my mind,
Leaving me warm, for you are so kind.

For you are the flower that’s blossoming, in bloom,
And I am the moth that’s waiting for doom,
And the love that’s created has shackled my mind,
Only you have the key for it to unbind.

I am a moth that’s lost…
Lost, in the dark hallways of my mind,
Looking for the light that you shine.

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