in tell of tales, with nuance of voice
ghosts rise within campfires smoke
circling, hiding in the shadows
to prey on imagination, and fears
born in childhood mysteries,
where truth is filtered by dreams
and life still lives in its unfurled cocoon
where youthful innocence silences doubts
where age is a gift to be explored, not lamented
and monsters live in frightened smiles
to be vanquished by laughter and friends delight
in telling of tales neath moons soft light