Dance Of Life Poem by Shiloh Thompson

On the lake where the waves were breaking,
There, upon the shore, walked a young girl,
The only figure on the endless sandy beach.

Her bare feet tread lightly upon the sand,
Upon the line between the dark and light,
Her steps wiped away by the strong wind.

Hesitantly, she steps softly upon the light,
Her bare feet blister from the scorching heat,
She jumps back, pensive, and continues on.

The coolness of the dark entices her next,
Sucking her feet into its unrelenting embrace,
She struggles out, more wary and distrustful,

Treading lightly upon the fine line of Life,
She dances between the dark and the light,
Trusting neither and yet longing for both.