The time goes by

The time goes by, it does not die

It Walks barefoot in your eyes

A moment that your eyes deny

Can never bloom nor multiply

The gossip of my mind and heart

Are you a theory or an art?

So close you are, yet far apart

All logic ends, love plays the part

Within the tribe of spark and dust

The topic is who’ll give up first

Look how the dawn wrapped in lust

fell on your feet and died of thirst

A moth that never saw a flame

A flame that's heated by your name

In search of light how far it came

What the moth seeks, the moth became

                 -Anas Merchant