Do I trust you? Asked the moth to the Flame. Of course… there is no choice in the matter. What secrets are hidden Within the flickers of Light That have captured my Soul And changed my life forever? What stories will my mind create As I dance around this open Fire Longing…searching, Never to be lost again? I hold my breath as I dive headlong in Never sure of the outcome Never asking for a reprieve Only trusting, loving, wanting, burning. I am consumed whole A moth no more, the flame resounds There is nothing left of me The identity gets transformed. I give myself to You, the Light As an offering to what is to be Hold me…take me…do to me what You will The “me” becomes “We” The “I” becomes “Us” The dance ceases its solo act As the Fire consumes me completely. Love is all that remains.