Shadows gaze with wordless eyes that tell (the) stories of generations passed, in silence. through this world perhaps to the next. to where, no one knows. a heaven, to each, their own makings, imaginings. perhaps to nowhere, nowhere at all. if firelight could tell the deeps of the sky of echoes and lives past with licks of flame that reach and leap momentary lines, connecting lives and faces circled around the smoke and wonder hushed and huddled against the cold night of eternity.