Burning Star

Down to the filter, my fingers stained.
In the shadows I wait for acceptance,
but as I am perceived, my ego is singed.
I live knowing that when my journey ends
the morning will rise with the same surprise,
because the day that waits for me tomorrow
waits for me the next.
That chance for redemption,
the spontaneity of love and loss.
We never know their ultimate cost.
Life is a frightful dance dictated by circumstance,
converging on an empty beach, crisp, clean waves rolling in.
I'll throw my blanket on that beach when it's time,
undress my soul and enter the water.

©2004 Sean Muzzy