There is a ga_ , a hole in the whole where you were November 8, 2009
Posted by jewaira in Poetry.trackback
But how much like moths
we were,
repeatedly
burning ourselves
against
this flame
blinded by the intensity
until merciful hands
of spirits stronger than our own,
cupped firm fingers
around us,
dimming the blinding light,
shutting out the attraction, and
granting us
space
.
,
.
and
clear vision.
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But
Are moths
ever free?
Aren’t we all attracted sometimes to someone or something that is not good for us? We all have our failings, and we all need the loving hands of someone who will help us let go of our flame. Sometimes “tough love” is necessary, sometimes tender love. And no, we are never truly free of our own demons; we battle them throughout our lives.
?
question for you …
knowledge for me …
see you to morrow
watch out the fire !
I will keep well away from any flames Fons lol
Yeh, moths can learn to avoid the pain of those flames . . .
those that avoid the flames get pounced on by cats waiting on the side
The morning is dead and the day is too
There is nothing left here to lead me, but the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt to day
It’s a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away
And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, alone
Darling, can you here me calling you ?
So lonely
Got to blow my mind
Yeah, yeah
…
Burning of the Midnight Lamp
Hendrix (1967)
magnificent music while I do the dishes 17:36
Thanks, Fons.