Warm Magnetic Light

Some friends and I were gathered on a warm November night
Up in the sky and pulsing by was an exquisite sight
A little glimpse that can convince of His majestic might
The waves of glowing power from Earth’s warm magnetic light

The moths were circling slower finding nowhere safe to lite
Half of the swarm you’d not discern it’d grown to such a height
They’d flutter out and round about on never ending flight
In downward flowing showers of the warm magnetic light

No longer on our first date still we tried to get it right
Instead of growing closer we were heading t’ward a fight
Using the rising passion she deftly offered a sleight
Into the towing flower of her warm magnetic light