Silvered ash in the pit—
cooled bones,
ghost smoke,
murmuring memory.

Last evening,
ember and spark,
heat and flame
unfastened the dark.
Opening…

Conversation. Constellations. Concatenation.

Words rose in the stillness,
into silence, communion.

The night held us—
and the stars, whole.
As one.

Each voice a flicker,
Each soul a flame,
Each star a glimmer
rising, rising,
joining the luminous web:

human warmth
woven through the infinite loom,
sparks breathing, pulsing—
until we dissolved
into the universe’s weave.

Originally written: 8/24-8/25, 2025