The Bonfire Poem by Stuart Logan

We stand on the beach,
Ahead blazes a bonfire,
And smoke spirals up towards the heavens,
Like an omnipotent god,
Straining to break his last mortal coil to reach his family.

Here I lay,
With her by my side,
As a black cat slinks by,
We sit and pat him.
Our superstition is the reason we do not fear.

We lay again,
And stare into each others eyes,
Love is only freedom.

We kiss.
And I never want to part.
But very few can stay for so long.

So we part.
We listen to the ocean,
And the seagulls squawk,
The only things, other than the steady tide,
To break the silence.
We do not speak.
We simply just,
Love.