Fire Opal Nights

Campfire, moonlight, and raspberry wines
And a gentle breeze through rosemary blooms
Are the mixed cuisine on which fancy dines
Before exploring dream alternate rooms
Wherein flame, smoke, and love, whirl and dance
As wispy clouds soften all the moonbeams
Used to give mortal romance every chance
To blaze brighter than old immortal dreams
As when the moon herself was fresh and young
And lava flowed from every comet strike
Like manna from a rudely struck out bung
Which nature knew to be unsportsmanlike.
So, she made chaos a bit more stable...
Until love might be explained with fable!