The Light Reflects The light reflects off of the shadows cast by the moon. Tonight is a good night. I will dance and sing into the darkness that lies in the shadows. Standing in the field and watching the lights, I smile, "Can anything be better?" I sighed, knowing the truth that this was as close to heaven as a moment could come. I started across the seemingly endless sea of grass and flowers. I turned, ran and spun around to the sounds of the field. The whisper of the wind kissing the yellowed blades of grass, as the flittering screams of the crows called against the simple violin of a cricket legs captures my soul and guides me on my path. I am clear into this moment I spin with delight in this, oh so purple moment of the night. The way is shown through the voices of the night. I can see the light, my destination. The air flowing ash dancing with faeries flight, brings a smile to my lips. I am here as I had promised, grateful and safe. The warmth of the licks of the flames brightens my heart. This is a delightful moment. The ebb and flow of light touches my skin as I gaze into the fire. The flames dances across the wood as I had danced across the field. What fun it seemed to be to be so bright, and light and free. The moment is here in its perfect light; I am grateful and safe in this moment in this night. The sound captures me, the click of the fire cries. I am listening; it calls to me, Dance with me, Dance with me. I fall. It is too much, this delight of song. I lie there before the call. The cracks of the dying logs flash through the coolness of the night. I watch from below, as the fire sprinkles itself through the air as if tiny little spirits and dashing to be free. This is Goddess in action releasing herself to be expressed as herself, was this what it was like to be released in our moment of choice? What a beautiful moment it must have been, I wish I could remember. The warmth of all the little lights amazed and entranced me. I was watching creation. Flames falling, some catching life and dancing, and flame falling and dying, this moment I was remembering. I rose to my feet again. The warmth and the song, float through my mind. The whisper of the wind kissing the yellowed blades of grass, as the flittering screams of the crows called against the simple violin of a cricket legs capture my soul and guides me home, I am home and I am remembering. I smile and turn and dance through the field from which I had come. I will return and I will remember again. Tonight is a good night, I sing and dance and I am free. By Starlightcrow |
