Enchanted Flames poem by jon lejeune

Enchanted Flames

soft blankets of white shroud umblemished infants
insincere, untouched, out of reach
pining, pining along a trail
a wilderness of lost souls

beyond the distance, a sparkle twitches
mocks the onlooking moon with graceful steps
Lord, awaken me from this hideous slumber
that I may look upon these foolish games of sensuous pride

I prayed for light
and the world paused

these soft, mad children dance to the mockery of a song unheard
I too dance
not to music but to a melody
a chariot of bronze mares
swaying to a tune
a gift
a love