The night is dark beyond my fire,
cool, moist spring air.
I am in a circle of light, sitting
with my back against a rock,
it is hard, I know.
Yet it's a comfortable place to be
stuck in for the night.
Looking closely the flames undulate
with the light breeze,
releasing wisps of smoke
into the sky, the stars
light the smoke as it rises.
Smoke coils, weaving, entwining
around as it raises into the heavens,
I watch thinking of it as a
dance of the spirits,
as they worship all the elements,
air, water, fire, earth.
This night it's all here.