Perched on our sleeping bags;
we were
free as the birds in flight,
while
attending to the
gentle strumming across his guitar strings;
the brilliance of the stars shining above;
the glow of the flames
etched in our shadowed faces;
dust on our boots;
peace warming our once crazed hearts;
we sang as
the dawn creeped
over the
pines.
These moments
are the best
we will ever know.