Where the shadows dance...

Beneath the flame dances the shadow
With eyes wide open, looking into the orange skies
Moving elegantly with every crackling
As if dancing to The Ode to Joy...
What joy is it to watch it dance
When the worlds above vanish into the dark smoke!
Sings the poet watching the act with the eyes of his shadow,
while carefully stitching the words from his heart...
For the worlds is always been double faced,
Just like the eyes of his shadow...
What it sees is always a fork!
Who has ever thought that such an elegant act would happen right beneath the burning flame
For the nights get colder as the time begins to age!
And the flame would eventually disappear into the dark skies
When the shadow disappears with out any trace!
Will the woods ever remember The Final Dance?
Or will they hold grudge for the flame has consumed their souls!
Or may be the woods were willing to die just to watch the shadow dance
Beneath the beautiful flame! 

For the poet is still a young leaf trying to vanish along with the flame
Will he ever get to understand the chain of feelings born ot of this act?
The joyous dance of the shadow
Conceived by the eternal sacrifice of the woods,
Out of Love or many be hatred!
And the flame.. just being a medium baring the burden
of being hated to spread joy!
Will the poet finish the Ode before the fall comes!
Before the Leaves begin to turn brown!
Will he ever understand the act?