Beckoning me like a flame for a moth,
Invoking my attention and sense of wonder,
Moving in a way that seemed to intentionally entice me.
I leapt to its location, craving its brilliance,
Wanting to catch and hold it,
But it was gone, bouncing just beyond my reach.
This time, I pounced before it could escape.
But when I lifted my paws, it had disappeared.
Over and over, the light appeared, and then escaped.
But I kept chasing it, because I knew it was for me.
Copyright (c) 2015 Reg Harbeck