Fires In The Night
I love the feel and scent of a crackling fire
against the velvety night sky...
seeing the wink of tiny diamonds of stars
strewn by hands unseen
the lap of waves upon a sandy shore,
lyrical in their rhythm...
Can this be real? Even only in our psyche,
reality burgeons with such meaning -
how can one deny? Dreams, the precursors of life...
Avenues to action, our hopes expressed in portraits
painted by that artist
living in our mind...
Where do we exist? Another plane, together,
a reality apart form the main -
holding so tenderly this thread of love and hope -
finally, a place to call home!
Reverie unbinding our tethered hearts upon this sea:
We believe; we are...
KECline / 06-96