Flame

Yellow tongue lick, leaping
with a heart of hottest blue
to touch highest up
in a cone of light
reaching, stretching
high to the moon
at the vertex of our
illuminating parabola.
I dance to the rhythm,
we jump and sway,
you pour heart's energy
into the circle
inflaming the power,
all are coruscating with the light,
sweating diamonds
as their hands and faces and limbs
flash around the fire.
We dance ablaze,
we fire people,
people of the light,
shades between us slipping
in and out, weaving a counterpoint
to our terpsichorean contortions
lifting our song higher,
leaping the fire higher.
This is the triumph of our
paleolithic technology
even still -
the bonfire and the drum
as inspired dancers bounce and spin,
the guitar and the spotlight
and the crowd comes alive,
the glow stick and the strobe light
and the unce unce unce,
and everyone is jumping
tongues leaping to exaltation,
singing along, singing out,
crying
O favored one
How I praise thee
(this is my song)
I love thee so, fire
light thou have blessed me
with protection in the darkness
and guidance on shadowy paths
Goddess of the sacred flame
we adore thee and sing
and dance in thy honor
ever more,
everywhere
the people dance
in the blessings of your light
they raise up your power
most high,
Queen of the heavens,
holy of holies,
Lady of light, lady of night.
As your waters flow down
and our flames flick up
we dance the earth faithfully
as thy children and fly out
to spread your seed
throughout your creation.
With every generation we are reborn
and we devote ourselves anew
to thy glorious service.