Shift

Standing at the edge of the spotlight of truth.
Committing myself. I’m Gazing inside.
The golden beauty and the warm inspiration,
Takes the weight from my heart, yet I still remain standing.

Thinking and dreaming of stepping inside,
Immobile I am, held in place by my pride.
A step, a reach, a tilt this way.
I could cross this wall, so why must I stay?
Still. Tense. Dark. Simply breathing.

Inhale all my thoughts, and exhale nothing.
And nothing goes no where, Yet it stays right here,
Surrounded by my breath, And watching nothing
Nothing as it flows, between my life and your light.

Lost in the dark, knowing my destination.
I am a ghost lost in an invisible place. And I create my chains.

This heart knows one thing, has not forgotten the story,
Of the dark cutting deeper, heart pushed aside,
When the spotlight forgets, when the golden truth dies,
And the warm turns cold, before you are prepared to prepare.
You fall into the ice and it pierces your thighs.

I understand. I know. I won’t step inside.
Not yet. Not now. Just please let me hide.
For a moment. Some time. A lifetime.
Longer.
Waiting. Dreaming. Wondering.
About you.

Tempt me to dance. Liberate me. See me.
Teach me to dance, once again, freely.

If only.
Shift me.
Into the spotlight.