Wildfire

Wildfire

Elegantly dancing along the edges of

the world and licking the darkness.

There stands a sun upon the Earth

chasing the night on fiery flames.

Shadows come to life and flicker

back and forth, but not all at once.

In a circle that is never ending

And never beginning it stands tall

But then low and must wait to be

fed. Always hungry and all consuming,

It eats and never stops to think of

What it may harm in its path.

Or what it may give its life to in

another spirit.  An element of pure

power and ferocious will, it gets

what it wants and needs to survive.

Permanently burned into anyone

who stares upon it long enough,

it is brighter than any star. Something

you can touch and feel but not

necessarily want to.  Like waves

it flashes back and forth,

back and forth. Always flickering,

flaming, fighting for survival

against the rain, against the

mist, against the honey dew

of the morning to come. And

after it dies and has long since left

it comes back next summer to

restart what it had left behind.

It takes again in order to give

back what it had lost long ago.