Cool and shining bright
Moon dances, high in the sky
Blue beams make magic.
Bright and glaring sun
Shines through my soul, cleansing
Making me see light.
But, light has a twin
Darkness lurks within spirits
Pulling, whispering.
We all make a choice-
To follow the light or dark.
Some, tread in-between.
Listen to the dancers
Who walk in light day and dark night.
They see what you can not.
I am a child of the light,
dancing the line of darkness,
Triumphing, falling.