Vision

Sitting by the fireside,
I stare into the flames.
My thoughts begin to fade
Images amidst this heat slowly form.

My lips begin it's subtle chant.
My body sways to the beat of my heart.
My blood becomes a moving stream,
Whose current carries life's fluid rhythm.

Time moves forward,
Flames around me rise.
The sounds become clearer.
Words to song, song to prayer.

As I look to the visions,
That form in the fire.
No longer alone,
This energy builds.

Dancing now in unison,
With the beat of my heart.
Which now becomes one,
With the drumming all around.

Bending and moving,
Chanting and praying,
My pulse rising,
My blood boiling.

Brought on by the flames.
The calling to the Gods.
The dancing in the wind.
All with one purpose.

To dance the dance,
And feel the life,
That burns in the blood,
That grows to the sound,

Of the voice now calling,
From the winds all around.
A second beating to the drum,
Another pulse, that's not my own.