Pyromaniac

Flames dance like naked beauties

Baring their essence to the air.

Flickering…flashing…snapping.

Whipping their way around the black

Smouldering dance floor.

The Space Between Dreams and Waking

In dreams I walk the thick black dark

Never pausing in my march.

Completely blind I still go on,

Walking till the night is done.

And though I’m blind I never fall,

I never stumble or hit a wall.

I just move on in search of light

Trying to escape the eternal night.