Lost Within Myself, I Seek To Recapture
That Spirit, Who Dances, Taunting, Twirling
Around The Roaring Fire In Which Burns My Soul.
She Dances, Beckoning, Her Movements Pure Grace
Tongues Of Flame Reflecting In Her Eyes.
Her Gaze Sees, As If Through Me, As She Extends Her Hands
The Pulse Of Life Beating With Her Every Move
“Come! Seek That Which You Have Lost!” She Says, But In Silence
Speaking To Me In Words No One Can Hear, Though We Are Alone.
Closing Her Eyes, She Lifts Her Arms To The Heavens As
In My Mind, Again She Speaks, “I Am Your Elan!”
You And I Are One! What I Am, You Will Be Again.
Feel The Rhythm Of Your Soul, Burn With The Depth Of Your Desire
Beseech The Gods For That Which You Seek
Yearn And Reach, For Your Soul, Into The Fire.”
She Extends Her Hand To Me, In Invitation To Rise And Dance
In Fear, I Pull Back, Feeling The Heat Of The Flames
Opening My Eyes, I Look Through Them And See
Through My Tears, My Soul, Gazing Back At Me.
The Reflection Of Which, As Though A Mirror Seen
Not Of Who I Am, But Of Who I Can Be, And Who I Have Been
Should I Only Have The Courage To Reach Out And Brave
The Flames Of My Own Doubt And Uncertainty.
Taking A Deep Breath, I Rise, And Overcoming My Fear,
Step Into The Midst Of The Fire, Burning With A Heat
That Is Cold, I Claim Again My Soul Which Was Lost,
Gathering My Spirit Into Myself, I Rejoice
And Realize It Was All Worth The Cost
For In Those Flames, Was Forged A Strength That Can Hold
Through Any Adversity, Strife Suffering Or Cold
I Look Out Of The Flames, But Can No Longer See
That Spirit; My Elan, My Soul, Is Again One, Whole, In Me.