Religion

One of my first poems in English.

A dancer walks along a path
Melting to the stars' shining light.
A moon in his throne watching.
The dancer is dying.

Yellow sun watches a red ground
God's deeds lie upon it
Darkening it, joining the ground
That hides truths.

An empty road lies,
Walked by a commoner
Ignored by the man
Examined by the fireball.

In the mist of confusion
We lie, between yellow and red
Seeking for untold truths and unrevealed ones
Holding answers as water pouring away