-------The Tinder of Dreams-------
Bonfire Spring in magic land
and starlight the tinder of dreams.
We sat in a circle,
all kin to that moment,
and raised up joy,
like cups and glasses, to the middle
and the flames shared us whole,
edge-less and radiant.
It touched our faces.
It touched every leaf on the hill.
And when the wood ran low
we passed, by hand, a bottle of desert fire
and sang old songs to keep our inside warm.
A toast to youth
and embers
and nighttime.
An ode to the great, wild emptiness
we've all become again.
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