03-09-2021, 10:34 AM
A fire that’s lit to chase the light of day,
We gather round, it pulls us close so we
Can hear the crackling embers’ voices say,
“Come feel the warmth you’ve always known to be.”
Sun sets, the bright inferno dwindles low.
Night makes the dying flame more precious still.
But though we crave that fading light, we know
that long lost light no clinging spark can fill.
Sure sit and savor, but don’t try to save.
For soon night ends, and from it comes the sun.
The fickle, fading flame just can’t compare.
A reason I should stay? I think of none?
Yet still, the sweet smell, that smoke, lingers there
As voices become whispers become air.
We gather round, it pulls us close so we
Can hear the crackling embers’ voices say,
“Come feel the warmth you’ve always known to be.”
Sun sets, the bright inferno dwindles low.
Night makes the dying flame more precious still.
But though we crave that fading light, we know
that long lost light no clinging spark can fill.
Sure sit and savor, but don’t try to save.
For soon night ends, and from it comes the sun.
The fickle, fading flame just can’t compare.
A reason I should stay? I think of none?
Yet still, the sweet smell, that smoke, lingers there
As voices become whispers become air.