When the Fires Dance

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

When the fires dance, know

that I am the maiden skipping

round with lilac flowers in my

long hair. “Beloved, I am here”, is

my young body’s verse, innocent

of long days and dark nights.

Dance with me. Welcome the

sun. Kiss the moon. Leaves

are on the branches and life

is rising. You, I’m calling to you.

When the fires dance, know

that I am your sister in spirit

and practicality, hand in hand

weaving the ribbons that bind

us one to the other and all.

How lovely this that we are.

Dance with me. Welcome the

sun. Kiss the moon. Leaves

are on the branches and life

is rising. You, I’m calling to you.

When the fires dance, know

that it is my face you see

in the shadows, heart turned

always toward the light. That

which flickers in illusion is

the future we live and share.

So, dance with me. Welcome the

sun. Kiss the moon. Leaves

are on the branches and life

is rising. You, I’m calling to you.

When the fires dance, know

that I am still among the flames,

lifting into the next day. Never

does a soul rest that speaks

with truth’s tongue. Ears

must be prepared to listen

to beauty.

Please, dance with me. Welcome

the sun. Kiss the moon. Leaves

are on the branches and life

is rising. You, I’m calling to you.

Dance with me. Welcome the

sun. Kiss the moon. Leaves

are on the branches and life

is rising. You, I’m calling to you.

~ Jamie K. Reaser,  Author

From "The Song Book" (a work in progress)
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