Drawing By Kyle Drenner
Fire Sermon
The stage is set to spark a midnight trance,
A dance to wake and slake a base desire
To seek and know, to break and bare a chance
To move as one and cast the stage afire.
Burning, blazing, scorching shapes in darkness
The dancers bathe in bright and take from night
Blackened ink, a diamond light, whose likeness
Of blinding sunrise mimics stars alight
And night will end. The dance will fade again.
The imitating sight will lay onstage
With dying color growing dim and then
The dance will mark a final, unpenned page.
For kindled light, the fallen ashes yearn,
Flames reappear when the dancers return.