Campfire

 

Under campfire gaze,

almost silent

just the crackle

of the kindling flare,

as eyes glare

at the twinkling stars

of the Milky way.

A blaze enlightens

flames across countryside

hideaways, reading passages

from lantern heart pages, lighting

pathways through the haze.

 

Stories emblazoned

in the starlight shine,

tales of yore mixed

with fables of mine.

We sat where water

flowed like wine.

Intoxicated on the words.

Meticulous and fine.

 

Under campfire glare

The swish

of tempestuous flair,

a glint in your eye,

framed by

that luscious long hair.

My fare paid

by the words I impart.

The destination,

a road to my heart.

 

Underneath campfire sanctuary,

the heat, beating away

any coldness

that formed in me,

the heat in our hearts

pouring liquid words

for all to read. Molten fires

forming on pages of history.

Our lives, our loves

telling the stars our stories.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle