CHANGE - The Ones That Dream

I'm standing in a plain of waving grass. It's overcast and cool, the wind prickles at my skin. It's a familiar tingle that emanates from the inside outwards. It raises the hair on my neck and reminds me of whispered secrets. They tell me to leave. They tell me to stay. There's rumbling in the distance- deep, mournful, expectant. Swollen dark clouds promise nurturing change. There's a different kind of dark the opposite way, thick and choking. Fire. It spreads and consumes and wipes clean. It too promises needed change. Both will meet me here.

I’ve been here before, many times I think, yet this feels like the first time truly. Crimson crackling fire rings in my ears, cold clawing water creeps down my spine. I welcome their embrace- I feared them once, I hated them. Somehow now, I love them. How can you know both so intimately, and yet never truly learn their nature? Caught in a mortal dance where my heart sings the ballad.

Music of my heart, who do you play for? “You” it sings back.