I counted stars once
not for any practical reason
not for romance
they patiently waited for me
to finish, as if they cared
I was sitting by a campfire
spitting it’s cinders as
part of the evening’s death throes
they fluttered skyward
before dissolving
I could not help but wonder
if that is how stars
came to be; not as burned out
remnants from elsewhere
in the far-flung galaxy
stars may be campfire embers
that made their
great escape and were
thus rewarded with eternal life
I counted stars once
-Mark L. Lucker
© 2016
Beautiful, Mark!
One of the few campfire thoughts I never had but should have had, I think. Novel. Well penned and thought out. And, the best f all things, it made me ponder and I like that a lot. Sort of like the fractal of campfire embers. Enjoyed a lot, thanks for sharing.