In the trees, through the leaves came crescent shadows tiny silhouetted scooped moons upon the ground without sound, black the round disappearing sun in ways it came highlighting the shining of souls and felt around the globe, shined like gold, like silver like our shimmering days of lakes wet in rain forest waters you and I on a path coming together, moving further and further traveling through woods and smokes, traveling home with a head full of smoke and eyes that cannot see me my love I am truly in the fire.