glowworm grotto
in the black dark
we assemble arrayed opposite
a bank of cold blue glowing embers
the little dots shine steady
excepting those reflected in the stream
which waver in the wind
gazing at the electric blue
Mind begins to craft
its own Dreamtime story:
stars sky earth fire song water
but that’s not enough –
love loss betrayal remorse punishment
all leading to
the quiet blue bank
gifted to us tonight
