"I recall"

I recall I could beat
A steady rhythm
And dazzle like a goddess of fire
And could kiss the breeze that murmured summer
And could see what was desire.
The ground never oozed with broken glass
Upon which now I step.
Music would always injure my soul
As much as dry is wet.
The shadows behind and under me
Were always so familiar.
Now it seems as though all along
They were musicians of fire.

Adrienne E. Helms (nothingfancy@juno.com)