By firelight

Layers disappear.
Years fade.
We could be Victorian or prehistoric.
There are no titles or expectations.

Light is warmth and definition.
The only guides are hip and hand.
Perfect words are left unspoken.

There is a moment of alignment.
We are enlightenment.

Today’s oasis is a fireplace.
Tomorrow’s could be Antarctica.
We are time with no need of place.

Dreams come to us fully formed.
We are explorers.
There is no need for worry here.
We are all that we need.