Campfire

The sound of the flames mingled with music
And we lifted glasses of gossamer red
A toast to new beginnings
Lit by the flash of our eyes meeting

Feet pressing into the newly damp earth
Arousing our senses and throwing us
Into tumbling wildness
At the touch of a leaf

A year ago the ashes piled around us
Like aged prophecies
But now we fling the past into the wind
And point fingers at fast moving clocks

Childish games have turned into
Small explorations of new worlds
And heady trips into the unknown
And the known alike

Arms wrapped around shoulders
And hands against legs
Intertwined, the spaces between us
Shift into wider invisible things

Words flashing blue between our lips
Readied as signals
Between distant outposts
Bright as smoke in the rain

Hands touching briefly
Over the communal center of color
Then the parting, sweeter than ever
Because we no longer part with promises

We have been inexplicably linked
By the appearance of fireflies
In the grass between our feet
Our views of the world momentarily similar

Silver dusk rising between the treetops
Letting us raise our eyes as one
And view a world only slightly changed
From the yesterday we had together





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