Evening With Friends

Evening With Friends

Evening With Friends

I’m fussing, tending to the campfire

The pot is lying in the flaming wood

It’s looking like a parody, a satire

How do I let them know I’ve burned the food?

Five “boy scouts”, two “homemakers”

Camping in fields consisting of a billion acres

And not a soul for miles in each direction

We’re talking loudly, excited by our relaxation

Condensed air flowing from our smiling lips

We’re counting down to the eclipse

Which will leave fire as our only means of light

While we drink wine throughout the night

Friends are conversing in the distance

Of many topics, reminiscing

Guitar gets passed into those instrumental hands

The vocalists emerge from sprawling nearby tents

The sound of their collective voice 

Silences the talking and the noise

The music flows in tangled strings of joyful notes

The lyrics though, just simple prose

And heaven is what’s there and then

A soothing evening with friends

Copyright: Liz Belilovskaya

Written: 10 years ago.

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