It was a black night (beside the camp fire)!
It was a black night . . .. . . and I was sitting beside the camp fire, mirrored
in my eyes and my thoughts was with you my dear
and the stars, oh they were sparkling around my head
and the moon, smiling with his yellow face at me
and the moment surrounds me like a dream
So I start to sing with loud voice up to the stars
and the moon . . .
"This little light of mine . . ."
And the stars and the moon glow even brighter
and I was not feeling alone . . .
. . . there, besides the campfire
thinking of you
***
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2006-10-23 at 12:17
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