The Firedancer

The twilight veils the summer sky, as waves begin terrestial flight. In crescendo, the conga chants a march- luring my feet to join the dance. Being blinded by darkness of almost night; for a minute, my ears, have been my guide. Though, soon enough, I saw this man; who is bestowed with ember palms. Donning white, his soles are bare; while his curls are coiled in his scalp and nape. Alas, his face is quite concealed, behind the streaks and trails of light. He fills the blackness with neon lines: swirling them around my sight. With this apparition, I have been enthralled; allowing myself to succumb in hypnos. Gradually, the pace has began to subside; The dancer bows in our applause. All of a sudden, his eyes meet mine: igniting the flame inside my heart.