Passenger

For the most brief of moments,
There was a stillness in the breeze,
Starlight smiled down through the leaves
as if to decorate the trees.

The warm glow of our little fire
Like a comforting embrace,
Launched tiny embers floating up
and voyaging to space.

In those fleeting moments
where death once had its youth,
A self-evident and peaceful rest
that did not require the truth.