Campfire fairies
Danced in celebration.
White lunar light
Shone through near naked trees
On that frigid night,
In a moment of reverence.
I watched you busily tend
To festivities of the blue flames.
Taking your camp's log seat,
With a fiery message to send,
Tiny winged sparks flew to your feet.
An imagined fevered village gave romantic claims.
With slow breaths of sighs and intended cause,
The wondrous midnight scene blasted bright.
Your figure bent in silent silhouette
Gave me peace with pause.
Our sizzling spirits met
When I whispered to you in sweet delight.
Flaming nymphs flickered; a dance pensive,
Donned in one coat of warm hues.
On that crisp and magical evening,
Two hearts rendered; reflective,
As they traveled through log caverns burning.
Smoky illusive souls joined pursuits to amuse.
Campfire fairies
Danced in reverence.
White lunar light
Shone through near naked trees
On that frigid night,
In a moment of celebration.
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