Glow

Glow


The firelight flickers its crimson and amber glow;

while faces gathered round the perimeter reflect the offered warmth.

Lines and angles are brushed smoothed and edges softened;

mirroring the calmness offered by our gentle sparking inferno.



Yet, in our midst two faces glow from another light source

casting a ghostly electronic bluish green hue that builds ridges and planes

reminiscent of the Black Hills succumbing to the falling dusk.


This cooling and casting forms eerie highlights of other-worldly beings.

Eyes drawn magnetically downward, downward,

effectively caught in the jaws of modern technology.


Gathered around the fire, easily flowing conversation exchanges

amongst our golden-clad community.

Stories of old, dreams of tomorrow and wonderments of today

travel around, over, and through the softly whispering flames;

only to be captured and recast into eternity.

Here our woven thoughts ride atop wispy tendrils of smoke,

while others are hurled in great puffs, refusing to be

forgotten.



The growing collection of stories gently slip over the tops of the electronically flashing faces.

And half-hearted, intermittent attempts at joining our group are tossed our way through fragmented and

punchy remarks.



The soft music of the ever-deepening night and the dwindling embers gradually sway us toward slumber,

and we’ve no need of announced parting.

We simply rise, push our chairs away from our close circle and begin our trek into the waiting cabin and

toward our beckoning beds.


As if suddenly awaken from some deep and hypnotic dream

our cool glowing members raise their eyes from their manufactured scenes.

Perhaps the faintest hint of surprised confusion brings a sort of subtle animation to their faces as they

nod consent


and follow us in.