The crackling fire,
keeps us warm under the stars.
We gaze in a trance.
Sizzling aroma,
traveling high with the breeze.
We inhale deeply.
Laying together,
We embrace the earth below.
Connecting our souls.
Gentle loving touch,
in your strong embrace I sleep.
The night we were one.
About the Creator
AGB
Traveling geologist, outdoor enthusiast and adventure seeker.
The Dangling Bead
My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
By Leslie Staven6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Beautiful piece
How romantic?! I adore a campfire.
I like the use of the 4 to create one cohesive piece. Nicely done.
This was soul-filling. You described each act perfectly, leaving me with melancholic nostalgia. <3
Wow this was really beautiful! Lovely piece :)