By Dorothea Barth ©2011
The flame, it is familiar
It burned so many ways
For love, for truth, for music
While dancing through life’s maze
At times the heat was blinding
The flames, they mesmerized
But clarity eluded
As did the longed-for prize
Confounded by love’s losses
Confused by what I wrote
Collided in my dancing
Played Bach but missed a note
Empathic flame enlightened
It seemed to speak to me
“Return me to a simmer
And tell me what you see”
The quest for perfect vanished
As gentler heat brought sight
And so did I befriend the flame
By lowering its light
By candlelight I now can dance,
And write and play my flute
My song floats free, unfettered
By thoughts that convolute
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.