As endless stars shine above,
wood smoke perfumes the night.
Trying in vain, not to fall in love,
his beautiful face bathed in the firelight.
The fire hisses and crackles,
swaying flames dance to his songs.
He deftly strokes the guitar strings,
my soul sings along.
Unsettled man-child,
a perfect blend of wildness and serenity.
Furrowed brow, restless soul.
His words strike a chord within me.
~ Teri Liptak ~