Windowpane

Screaming out loud          
pounding my chest          
primal in the mid of night.          
By the sacred fire          
deep in the woods          
dancing flames, rising ember's          
carrying spirits to the stars.          
Colors splash in my head          
visions fill my mind          
inside and out,          
the wind talks to me          
"just listen" she says.          
The trees they dance with me          
swaying in the breeze,          
everything blends          
my spirits and the wind          
the flames and the stars          
me and planets.          
The fire is alive,          
night becomes dawn          
we are one          
all things and me.