Sunrise. Sunlight. Sunset.

Some flames are worth the burn.

Listen, Read, Dramatize, and Enjoy.

Oh, how you make my soul feel as if it’s dancing towards a fire of unknown consumption.

Twirling towards warmth or in a trance to ashes, I do not know.

Oh, how I do not want to know, yet I cannot stop. I will not stop. I must stop.

It is not my feet that sway, it is not my mind that counts, my arms do not fly of whimsy, my heart cannot stop.

Beating and beating.

The beat will not go.

Oh, it is my soul.

Engulfed in your waves of glow.

I burn.

Oh, how I dance, and I dance.

Sunrise. Sunlight. Sunset.