Like the blackened stones

Like the blackened stones
Of a camp fire
Are the days of my life

There will be more flames
More smoke
More charcoal

As the flames rise high
Into the night
I look at all the faces
I look at the night sky

Then I am alone
Where no one can find me

A star dies
It’s light escapes
It drifts through space
And falls on your face

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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