Dancing Flame
I saw a dancing flame
Near an incense half-burned,
The flame illumined the faces
Highlighting their smiles.
The flame is a feeling,
Of passion bursting out of us,
For something known yet unrevealed,
Calling us to more.
The flame is a dream,
Of something that is beautiful,
Where hunger is no more,
Where injustice is no more,
The place is here.
The time is now.
The flame calls for action,
A handshake between enemies,
A joining of different colored hands,
A reverence to the earth we sit,
A smile to a stranger.
And then comes the Eternal Flame.
Copyright 2005
Published at poetry.com
