My oldest, most vivid nightmare, was of a red cloaked shadow chasing me down a swirling path into a blazing inferno.

I spent much of my young childhood trying to run from this devil but my speed only drove me deeper and hotter.

And yet, when I stopped running and bravely looked in its eyes, I found my calm seeing its crazed desperation.

And now, trapping it in observation, wooing by idleness, it had nowhere to speed too because I’d changed destination,

And I no longer had a shadow to run from, so I took the time to look up and realize a glorious sky was above me.

And on second glance, having seen the clouds, I saw an old friends worried eyes and offered to dance our way back up.