Eventime Musings on a Camp Evening

Come sister let us ride These vagrant twilight mists
Where light springs unbidden from the glee of a hanging moon
Flitting like winter quickened sparrows
From bastion to bastion, between overhanging sky.
Cell coverage stretches perilously thin,
Bleeding out to the white signal of nature.
Were you and I to share one single clouded breath
Were us two to be linked as warm air flees to freezing death
What strange encumberance these feeble phones,
Collections of plastic, gold, and whirring life, compared
To the moonlit splendour of faces real;
Stealing no more moments as they arc into damp unknown
Perhaps to be gathered in like lost sheep
When the sun drives reality back beneath our eyelids.