The sweet sound of laughter,
Crackles in my ear like the sparks and the sound of the fire
Shadows cast by the ten foot flames,
Dance in rhythm to the strumming of a ukulele,
We all sing along, our voices hoarse from inhaling the billowing smoke
My eyes reflect the dancing flames,
And I feel an arm wrap around my waist.
The smoke creeps into my nose again,
I hide my face in his chest,
Fighting off the smoke’s stinging scent
With the scent of his shirt.
Only silloettes against the fire, I watch as my friends talk,
And laugh the night away.
The sparks rise into the air, and mingle with the stars.
Weary of laughing and standing for hours,
We all migrate away, leaving our worries by the fire.
Under the stars we lay, singing yet more songs,
And weaving our stories and secrets into the constellations.
All of our hearts, bound together,
Lay on the warm asphalt driveway.
Part of my heart still lies there,
Amongst friends on warm summer nights,
By the dancing bonfire flames,
In the secrets told to the stars,
And in his arm around my waist.
This is where my heart will stay,
In the night when I fell in love.