The Great Manipulation of Melatonin

[saw]

campfires burn.....
earliest human flames dance
on the blood of history coagulated,
assembled warm noses settle in
to ceremonial fires of communion
expanding the imagination
like heat always does
the Great Manipulation of Melatonin

leisure time was more
than merely being idle, think not
of modern day candlelit dinners
no, embrace ancient hearths with new eyes
see the fingers of orange and gold
the time before electricity not from lightning
nights without television and worldwide webs
to wrap up the hormones of loneliness

hunters hunted for one more day
gatherers gathered seeds of a fragile tomorrow
fire kept away the predators
at night when ragged-faced storytellers
passed along the tales of common men,
of gods that rise up in hot tentacles
of wanderlust and threadbare hope
tale after tale..... their other tails

long receded into nothingness

[leafsailors ghost]

A fantastic poem , I read some poems that go beyond my ideas and bring light to the dark corners of my room, this is one such poem , you must get it published in hard copy , digits are to fragile, yes indeed love started long ago and deep in the starlit night ,

[saw]

than lsg....appreciate the feedback