Light that shimmers
heart that sings
together they twine
together they bring
a new hope between them
that cannot be broken.
the crowd has spoken.
Again they demand,
in a similar tone
to white hot sand and
long bleached bone
but my light
and my heart
as one they shine
and play for no one
twist and turn
pulling through heat and cold
my feet touch sand and weave a path
that i must walk alone.
like snakes in the air
coiling around me and
the crowd watches as flames from sand rise
devouring me up with all of their eyes
watching my heart and the light trapped within
clouded over by smoke and the fire
clear on the hunger in dozens of faces
that it’s me and my fall they desire.
The steps fall faster
a dance or a run?
they’d rather the latter
a chase is more fun
Encore, breathes the wind.
Encore, hisses the sun.
Encore, the moon, and I am not yet undone.
To the jeers and the howls,
the pack that now surrounds
the passage of my toes leaves ditches in the ground
Fire in my feet and lightning in my eyes,
the sand to glass and the clouds in clear skies
rain from my brow, earth in my bones
and i know that these gifts
are all not my own
borrowed from sun, from moon and the wind
in the hope that one day I’ll dance again
I shed them like shoes
like a set of new clothes
and when I step next
that step is my own.
The heavens don’t tremble.
The ground don’t shake.
My bones aren’t stone and my enemies don’t quake.
The jackals don’t flee and the wolves don’t care.
But I do.
When I’m done, it’s me standing there.
When I’m finished, I’ve done it on my own
made my peace and made it all alone
so when the jackals, wolves and hungry crowd comes
for me in the desert with the flames and the drums
from the rain coming down around and washing sand away
there is nothing they can do to me
and nothing they can say
that i don’t let them
Light that dances,
heart that sings
but no one
pulls my strings.
©2016 Sam Oliver (Eris)
Man! I took ill. I’ve been meaning to get these out weekly! Shame on me for getting sick! Well. Expect at least one of these a week until I either get into the habit of posting more or drop dead.
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