Memories, Spirits, and Valentine's Day

Around the circle, blared the amber glow of firelight upon crooked branches and rigid bark.  Embers smoldered late into the autumn night.  The moon was shining luminous.  Under ancient oak, roamed the spirit of native long lost forefathers.  We are all haunted in some way, some by the lingering trail, some by infinite pathways.  I sunk my toes into the golden sand to reconnect.  The scent of burning leaves and the onset of winter left us dreaming and yearning.  "Don't break the rules" she said.  "The night is quiet, follow its form."  I replied, I will become the night, I bleed into shadowy solitude and solace."  In the distance, the horizon hummed, midnight stirred, resurrecting spirits, memories, and Valentine's Day best drowned in red wine.  I divined the reckoning, I designed the February insurgence.  She said "look into my eyes", I said "your eyes are the black holes that draw me in."  Under the glittering streetlights of my hometown, I remembered you, I saw your beautiful silhouette, I walked by your side once again, but only in the most magnificent haunting dream that lingers on and on.