It's funny, the images dancing in my head, the issues welling and overwhelming. The light of a blue shadow showing the night, where the world is tonight. The place of peace, the love of harmony.
When inside myself I often meet you, your nice and sweet. You seem to dance in the night sky, without a care in the world. The blue fire light, where the world seems darkest and blue we all have but you.
That thing and place the warm place beset by fire. Carved out of stone. The place we dance and play to bask in your warmth.
Our faces change, our lives play, the world we see and seek becomes a mist lost in the fray. We play and dance. We seek to change and find romance.
The places we see the people we've been, the random acts of courage and fear we have tasted. Yet all in the glow of your warm fire light.
We dance and sing, play along the streams, never changing always struggling to stay the rocks show a path carved threw the Frey of water which we could never hope to know.
Eons pass, and we still just dance and play in the warm fire light.
_Lavady.
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