El fuego está vivo!
Little man...escucha!
We breathe the night as Fire laughs at the not-so-distant star spirits
Burning the trees of life
the fire speaks of light and darkness
Where shadows of trees dance
Humans pile rocks round a camped fire
Yellow red, blue green, the heat of the night deepens
Search for the branches, logs and cedar
Deep in the forest where the dry woods gather
no axes or flashlights
The path lights its way before those worthy
earthy speakers they worry of creatures
lurking in the night
Protection aura is lifted as our ojo's sing to the longing light
for it dwindles lazily
we approached with caution
our secret deed known to the forest
Hills hear whispers of ceremony
Ash flakes gray with age retire to treetops
the center of origin
Trail off ramona falls of track
each twig snaps a thought as noches beckons cold watery suggestion
Heavy with wooden burdens
The travelers smell smoke
Hidden they creep
So slow that the mud swamps and mountains can hear
The moon approaches with a glinting smile
A log cabin is fashioned with ultimate style
over smouldering stoked coals
Awaiting their passions
in faith in their stashed moustaches
Climb into the night air
until
ALAS!
Fuego se apresura a calentar a la gente!
Humans nestle their souls
Together fire and air, bodies and water
Moon with space, peering through clouded memories
Alive with fury theory
rocks protect evergreen timbers
with an ever lusting wonder
shelter sleeps the warmed peoples-two feet
Phalanges assured
la luna scouts the horizon beyond
imaginative seasons raise beliefs beyond
Allo amanecer
te queremos
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