Campfire

That night is so beautiful, it’s covered with the radiant moon. Its pendants beam.
We sit around a campfire that shares the warmth. Nobody talks, we enjoy the silence.
All I can hear is the rustling of leaves. Everything comforts me. Your presence, we’re a team.
I watch the fire blaze away, led by the wind. Sparks rise upon, they don’t need no guidance.

I sneak away, fulfill a long-termed dream. What’s wrong about a campfire song?
My lifeblood lives within this guitar. Its multifarious melodies directed by me.
You like my music, I know. I like your voice, you know. Do you want to sing a song?
Watch you from behind, you look upon the stars. You like beautiful things that are free.

Lost in thoughts I realise a fair melody from behind. Is that your old guitar?
Your never changing manners, still I’m surprised. I want you to come back to me.
As closer you come the warmth recurs. You’re covered in darkness but it’s okay. You’re not afar.
You probably don’t notice my smile but I’m sure you know. You know it’s happiness to me.

Come on, I want to hear you sing to it. Your wonderful voice in the gloom.
Every word that leaves your mouth is alike a dream. Sing to me is that reality?
We can create a lot of things, there’s no me and you. You control my feelings, it’s your perfume.
You’re a special kind of cute, you found a balance. There’s no disguise, you’re lovely.

verfasst: 04.07.2018

~Mandy