And Still...

The sun sets and I watch its reflection
in the river erase.
I can smell wood burning as I listen to the
campfire crackle behind me.

And so I sit down.

I stare at you from across the fire as tiny
shadows dance upon your face.
Then gently a breeze begins to blow.
The nightly temperature drop has begun
as I watch you shiver.
So I say “Come sit beside me”.
I then put my arm around you as the fire does
not seem to be quite warm enough.

And then I sit back.

I can see the stars through the tree-line above
and a full moon casts it beams down.
I notice that you have drifted asleep as your
arm falls toward the ground.

And then I close my eyes.

I breathe in, immersed in the nature that surrounds me-
The river, the trees, and the stars.
The fire with its smell, and smoke hanging in the air;
the breeze still blowing.
And You, slumbering while against my shoulder,
your arm dangling still.
Immersed in this all, I know that I do not want to
leave in the morning.

And still the morning comes.