THE FIRE

I see right through the shade of emotion,

  raw and unhindered like waves in an ocean.

Shore to shore relentless and blind,

  searching for nothing while flowing through time.

Shadows that live silhouette the shade,

  crashing through a world as green as a glade.

Dreaming of light they run from It's grace,

  It's a beautiful dance in time and space.

A coruscating darkness breathes with a crackle,

  caged in the shadow the light is a shackle.

Just like the shade we run from our breath,

  and just like the shadow the light is our death.

And the velvet sun fights with the night,

  the moon is on fire with the softest light.

As the dancing before me creates a ballet,

  the coruscating darkness has come out to play.

To breathe the light you must breathe the shadow,

  pick out a wave and surf to the shallow.

While enjoying the beauty and green of the glade,

  you must dance with the darkness that lives in the shade.