Whispered Wanderings

Come and meet me ‘round the campfire
In the deepest forest clearing;
while the stars fall all around us.
Do you feel the magic nearing?

As we join in sacred circle,
former doubts will disappear;
Words of love and joy and hope,
the only words that we will hear.

And when we leave, we’re still together
in our hearts; although alone.
We are birthing something mystical:
we become the hollow bone.

klm
3/26/24