Firelight by Cheryl Ann Darr

All is quiet,
everyone having fallen under night's spell;
slumbering amidst the cadence of crickets
and the occasional flash of fireflies.
Night-song harmonizes
with the crackling fire,
creating a sensory experience
of lost memories of man
as I watch his lonely dance
around the blazing fire.

Fire paints the wall sienna
framing his primal silhouette.
His shadow dances
against the stone wall,
reminding me of ancient cave drawings.
I am mesmerized by his form;
movements as fluid as the mountain stream.
Orange flames lick the night,
as night sighs in a passionate glow.
I am transported in time;
racial memory set free
by the magic of firelight.

© Copyright 2008 by Cheryl Ann Darr