I heard the question that he posed.
Not meant for me—well, only God knows.
I felt the answer from inside.
I held it back and I lied.
No, I said, I cannot tell which is the smile and which the veil.
So many lines to read between—no way of knowing what it means.
I really should have kept apart.
I might have salvaged my heart.
But I stopped to listen to his words,
And in his voice I swear I heard
The roaring of the Sacred Fire—a sound that filled me with desire.
But one thing that this moth has learned: what can warm can also burn.
Oh, you are a fire in the night.
Oh, a warm flicker in the darkness.
Oh, I am a moth to your flame.
Come draw me to your heart.
Draw me to your heart.
I stood within the fire's light,
Longing to stay, prepared to take flight.
But now I've seen my Master's face.
I will not leave his warm embrace.
No fear is great enough when you stand face to face with love.
Another lesson has been learned: one can find warmth and not get burned.
Oh, my Lord, you are a fire in the night.
Bahá'u'lláh—a warm flicker in the darkness.
Oh, I am a moth to your flame.
Come draw me to your heart.....