Ancient Light

Cool and shining bright
Moon dances, high in the sky
Blue beams make magic.

Bright and glaring sun
Shines through my soul, cleansing
Making me see light.

But, light has a twin
Darkness lurks within spirits
Pulling, whispering.

We all make a choice-
To follow the light or dark.
Some, tread in-between.

Listen to the dancers
Who walk in light day and dark night.
They see what you can not.

I am a child of the light,
dancing the line of darkness,
Triumphing, falling.