a pool of black

broken by a rift of flame

casting its shadows behind the faces

you have grown to love

the velvet-cool darkness is heated by the fire

some--but mostly by a blanket of love

woven by friends

singing lullabies to the moon

as embers from the fire turn into stars

a silent harmony

the night at your back--unable to reach in

restrained by a spell

the magic of love

such peace is unattainable

except with a child's heart