Sitting next to camp fire brightly lit
The sun was setting over mountain high..
With fragrance of the burning brambles
I watched the stars slowly appear in sky..
Thoughts drifting in from time to time
Of days now long gone that came to die..
Feelings of why and wonder and reason
Some brought smiles others almost to cry..
Flames danced as flames they always do
Like angels in the deepest part of night..
There tying to make some sense of it all
But as usual sense put on it's usual fight..
Old songs they came back to remind one
Of some I knew in time if only for a time..
Lives lived as if there was no tomorrow
Placing their lives in something so divine..
Children born old dying and faded lives
Trying was I to find more reality in it all..
Not a lot of here and now would appear
As I sat alone in thought as night birds call..
Many wasting lives in as if dreams to come
Feeling as if they had some control of time..
Growing older waiting for religious vows
As reality grew and died upon an as if vine..
Now beautiful growing older all the while
Living in a religious fantasy of lie and vow..
Wasted lives from year to year as years passed
With better times in mind dying upon life's bow..
With sold souls and owned live's they all lived
Without the joys of thrill of romance in reality..
Beautiful angels becoming yesterdays dreams
I remembered seeing walking away to be free..
Exotic bodies longest hair and sights ever fine
I viewed and became reluctant to make mine..
As seeds of fantasy grew within their souls
Of a none existance they saw as being divine..
I was never wanting to fall in love with fantasy
Two living in reality as one in every single way..
But sitting here by a camp fire bright in the night
I remain somewhat glad their lives just faded away..