Firewalking-For Phira115

The flames flicker,
casting perpetual light,
upon the ever-changing shadows.
Where the darkness clings to the wall,
and embraces the shade,
which draws closer with every step,
clawing at your feet.
Embers nibble at your toes,
as they waltz from coal to coal,
intertwining as they caress your soles,
sending shivers through your body,
mingling with twinges of isolation.
Each time a foot lands,
disrupting correlated movements,
an imprint is created,
in a burning heart of fire.
Where the flames eternally dance,
in a pillar of exhaust and refuse,
into the early morning,
where they're extinguished
as the sun and moon collide.

© 2012