Campfire Wisdom

Surrounded by poisons; living in fear,
I emerge from the sea.
Coughing and bitter.

Sitting on this beach, I look into the clouds.
The tears of the angels fall,
From longing or joy?

I invite you to drink with me, child, to drink,
From this day we live.
And all the rest.

I will save you, child, from the voices in the dark.
But you can save yourself.
I just hold the key.

Reviews

[Barbara Kasey Smith]

Oh my this is beautiful and well written - love it!