The fire waltzed through the air,

Dancing toward the moonlit sky

To the soft rhythm of a heartfelt song

Strummed on a worn-down,

Scratched and scuffed

Acoustic guitar.

We reveled in its flaming glow,

Singing out of key and off-rhythm

Swinging in long, languid strides,

Performing dance moves that

No one dared to show

Without the influence of

The open, half-empty bottle of

Freshly-brewed moonshine.

Life was simple and enjoyable,

Even if only for a faint flicker of time.

And so we danced

Until the melodic buzz

Of plucked strings

Stopped humming

And our carefree voices

Shouting lyrics into the night

Subsided.

The party gave way to

Peaceful snoring

And the quiet crackle of the fire

As it reached for the moon above.