A spark is all it takes
The first snap and crack
And flames emerge
Popping and snapping
Licking and tasting
Engulfing and consuming
Red, yellow and orange
Blue, green and white
Colors dance among the wood
Flames grow higher and higher
Smoke rising, billowing out in soft clouds
Touching the night sky and catching in the wind
Scenting the air for miles and miles
And the embers glow softly, gently now as the fire dies down
Winking here and there, softly popping and snapping
And she sits staring, waiting for answers to come
Drifting through her thoughts, warmed by the fire
Her eyes slowly close, her breathing slows
Even and gentle, curled on her side
Eyes fluttering every now and then
In the dream state she is now in
Answers sought after now become
As she wipes away drool with her thumb

"i like that"