Longing for the re-union
Yearning for those beautiful times — besides the campfire.
The pace of the soothing music picking up and igniting the crescendo of liberation.
Uplifting of the tranquil mind by losing its deadwood in the subtle flame;
Lost were we not — in the rhythm of singing and the ecstasy of wild dancing.
The myriad sky with the countless stars bending the emotions to submission
Secured by the charmed bonding of friends — old and true.
All the hostility dissolving- lost in the spirit of celebration.
The time staying still — accompanied by the true spirit of freedom.
The eyes grow weary but the mind keeps on being awakened.
Emotions compensating with the warmth to ward of the frozen night.
With reluctance , marching on to the camping tent.
Laying down beneath the blanket of stars with a kaleidoscopic view feeling happiness and enchantment
Woken up by the cuckoo’s call to the dawn of fresh hopes.
With a solemn parting — Each moving in the journey to their home and goals.
Sometimes rewarded in the quest for achievement and freedom;
But always longing for the evening of campfire and re-union.
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