Like a heathen I dance with the sun
An utter fool drawn into the flames
Fire licking limbs, kissing fingertips
I weave my hands through soft rays
But still into the flames I leapt
Basking in the sun's heat on my face
One second that touch breathes kindness
The next it came close to hate
For I know well the sun's Destruction
Its inferno is familiar to me
It sank its teach into my skin
Leaving cold blood on the breeze
Destruction's ardor was fickle
With fists it made sweetness strife
And while I sat with it, burning
Its smoke covered my eyes
But like all things that are living
I find myself unable to turn away
As the living need the air to breathe
So too must we feel the sun's gaze
This time I pray to find a gentler blaze
A waltz with Sunshine cast on the floor
The light scattering playful patterns
A beautiful dancer for sure
But the sunlight is easily hidden
Leaves one guessing on cloudy days
At times a bright thing of wonder
And on others girded with gray haze
But ever a heathen, I dance with the sun
A moth still being drawn to the glow
Hoping Sunshine may grace my hands
Maybe someday if not right now
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
