Hypnotised  by the teasing flames

 dancing  their own little opera

Staring at the heat enveloping all that we are

as stars above sparkle in the clear black night

The odd one falls to earth

satellite pollution maybe

thanks man

Delightful place to be alive

defying gravity from twelve thousand miles away

from where it all began

The constant struggle to survive

punching through cotton wool clouds

in the darkness

Ash Cheyne – December 2018