Because there's something  about the burnt smell of firewood
The roasting of driftwood and scraps of kelp
Frosted ocean breeze at the tip of each nostril
And a fog lit sky covering the roadway

Often people gather to see the end of civil twilight
In hopes to conjure up a natural flame
Working against and with the tradewindsC

Because it's the way the fire catches the green herb and that almost pumping red flame mixes colors as we started with yellow pain until we interbred all the paints until we got that ashy black tone.

Together?



Want to watch the waves and the full moon rise above us
Want to watch the fire burn to smoldering ashes as we sit in the night
Want to watch the stars and realize how small we are
Want to love you forever

Together I want to watch the sky change rapidly from the bright blue to the purples and pinks that make the water obfuscous
Then to the darkness that can only be broken by a full moon

Want to listen to the winds, singing in our ears while our bodies are entangled in blankets of sand and fog
Want to watch the substratum of clouds lift to brighten the moon and stars
Want to slowly doze off in your arms, weighted with enchantment  as the break of day embarks
Want to drift into the kelp....with all else behind us....