the fire and the moon are fighting over me. they seem to both want my attention to night. it is not polite to stare, but i find myself gazing, longingly at both. that fire has such a seductive voice, and a pleasant touch. but that moon sure is a looker! the fire wants me close, danger in that. and the moon, seems so far away. the fire is only there as long as i feed it, and the moon is there only as long as i see it.
i better walk away before i get burned and left in the dark.
