We made camp as the sun went down, darkness now,

A fire burns, the glow upon your face projects an Image of beauty.

There’s a cool breeze blowing across the land, through the trees,

Rest do we beneath the full moon of color, you and I tonight.

The crackling wood has a tune of Its’ own, giving off a shining light,

So quiet and peaceful, sharing this land under the stars of life.

See me, see this man of hope and dreams by a fire next to you,

Stand up and take my hand, around this warmth dance with a smile.

A vision of what may be, alone out here next to you with a dream,

Love Is not promised, love makes a path of maybes, under the stars.

Keith Garrett

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