Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Campfire

Campfire

Under the moon,
I sang and
roasted marshmellows
just like everybody else.

Then, with a big crackle
and a spark,
I noticed the flames
dancing in the air
and jumping,
trying to reach the sky.

When I looked up
to take my eyes off
of the intense light,
I saw many stars,
and finally realized,
that those are the sparks
of the fire.

Shabazz Malik