My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)

Spark Of A Campfire

A new century arose,
As all of the acquainted huddled together,
Around the warm lambent,
Of a campfire,
Each flame wreathed together,
Forming an iridescent orange sheen,

For them,
It was a short period of celebration,
Where the timespan between the flurry of the flames,
And the disintegrated ash blustering against the sandbanks,
Had become a resolve,
For the many feuding neighbours,

It had become a salvaged time,
To laugh and smile with one another,
Where the forgotten bibliophile,
Was centre of attention,
And the artificial Homecoming Queen,
Could shed down to her true colours,

The simple spark of campfire,
Had reunited the village,
As one,
Until the morning sun would roll out over the lands,
And the arguing would continue,
Once again.