Nondescript

Nothing special, no named constellations.

Just a fuzzy view of a tree and a few stars glittering in the night sky.

A fire crackles warm and low enveloping a few square feet around us

forming a make-believe world. 

Years have passed

and the only way I can tell is how I ache when I wake

and how blurry things get more quickly without rest.

I am content knowing we see the same sky no matter where we are. 

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There is no secret behind the light,

no magic potion to keep us upright,

no answer that would satisfy.

But the fire crackles when we give it something to burn.