Like a moth I’m drawn
to the flame,
As it swirls and flares
it’s never the same,
The heat
the flickering light,
The hiss crack pop
my senses flood what a sight,
Embers their carried
in the wind,
The flames spread outwards and upwards
the grass it gets singed,
The flames they lick
they kiss and they curl,
Like an enchantress seducing
with heat and embers to unfurl,
The flames they call
a song seductively sweet,
An enchanting melody
enrapturing those it does meet,
But with no more food to feed the flames
they just cannot last,
And with a splutter and cough
they go out with a gasp….
.x.
An empty space.... 
You offer such beautiful words, I was inspired to post a poem, and, while I neglected to add a dedication to it, you were my inspiration, so this is for you. Please don’t think me strange, and your head up.
Take care-D
Your words, to life
my soul they bring
My words, to you
an honest thing
The dance of the shaft
On the windblown grass
The dawning of night
from the day now past
The feathery loft
Of a bird in flight
The smile of a child
a wondrous site
But, from a book,
the wise may teach
While the depth of the soul
a poet will reach
Tis beauty that
is writ within
A voice you give
to a poets pen