Powerless

A million years ago,

A different time,

A different place,

Like the flame does the moth,

You drew me in.

Time and time again,

I fluttered back,

Powerless to resist

The fire.

Time marched on,

And seasons changed,

One into another,

And back again,

Into a new time,

Into a new space.

Older &wiser, wings long healed.

In the distance,

The flame still burns.

Inching closer,

Slowly, carefully,

The pain of seared wings,

The joy of such warmth

Both suddenly raw.

I remember the danger,

Yet yearn for the heat,

And once again, I am

Powerless.