Dawning Creations

In the winding wood maze we wander.

The circles are lit brightly by the zipping fireflies.

You attempt to sneak past,

just hoping for a glimmer of a glance,

not realizing we see you.

Glimpsing as best as you could through the rotting elm

You hear more than our fire’s crepitation..

A twig snaps.

There’s no more dancing.

The fireflies have stopped their light show.

All is too silent.

You feel goose bumps rising up your spine.

You turn suddenly to go.

But as you’re turning to run, your breath is catching.

You see my face, as green as grass.

The inner light of your being, trapped in my eyes.

You see what you came here to avoid, what you’re truly running from, not us with our wild hair and lilting voices, our never-ending hypnotic rhythm. .

You turn to see your truth.

The truth that begs the question.

Why are you running from you?​