under these stars
the fire nearly out.
the trees dancing
in the moonlight
we talk of our lives.
where we've been
and with who.
we ponder what's next.
where will we go.
how long do we have.
we decide not to worry.
but to breathe in
this mountain air.
to listen to the stream
rush against the rocks.
we fall asleep
with that,
touching each other
before our eyes close.
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