Late night talks,
dear words traded.
How can I not pray to God
for letting me see another day,
when friends are very welcomed
and I urge them to stay,
so we can build a town?
You see, how can I not let myself dream
when we all gather here?
It is so precious
to put our swirling thoughts at the middle as a campfire,
letting us get dizzy with warmth and interlocked,
while showing us our bare faces,
flesh of our inners and places
we have been to and will be.

Oh, to be blessed to build a town
and shower myself with a fuzzy blanket of shared memories.
I see me and my folks.
Today is a day of joy —
let’s raise a toast,
call each other with love,
and possibly create chaos.

Oh, to be blessed to build a town —
I rejoice around every campfire,
let my soul soak in the guidance
of every companion of my north.