Dancing the Bonfire

DANCING THE BONFIRE

The sacred pyre, silhouetted in striking sunset,
Awaits the dancers who come to revel in the old gods.
A deafening silence falls; a single spark ignites.
Wood is consumed in a symphony of combustion.

Unseen drummers caress the thrum of the heartbeat song,
And gives voices to the rhythm of the universe.
Skyclad dancers come from within the deepened shadows.
As tongues of flame engulf and illuminate the soul.

Naked feet pound the Earth in time with her beating heart.
Shadows, above and below, sway to mystic music.
Their bodies gyrate raising the power of the night.
Energy arcs. A spiral cone of light lifts to the sky.

Dawn breaks, the sun's warmth revives the exhausted dancers,
The forgotten fire burned to smoldering crimson embers.
Drums are silent but the echo of last night remains.
The trance is broken, the gods pleased and the dancers feel at peace.