~By the campfire light~
The fireflies light the night like an rogue star with rotation gone and travel without sight.
The sounds of the night are like the city as the trains screech stops at the lights.
The lightning rolls and the thunder cries,
But the night still holds the cover of the ravens’ flight.Though we are only a speck of dust that is just a stitch in the blanket of time we all know what to do.
Often I am lost somewhere stuck in the in between
Of the darkness and the light left with second rites,
The only thing that I really know is the dragonfly has great sight.
The sounds of the crickets play out to their cry of the frogs as the dew starts to serenade the air.
The whipperwillow screams out his name as the owls
Eyes catch every glare.
The bats dance there crazy dance as the mosquito’s lose to their bite,
The water bugs dance on pools of glass as the moonlight shows her mighty might so goes the campfires light.
Inkmaster
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