One Candle

Warm

at home

on this big old smelly sofa

that makes me feel like I'm five again

It's

the end

of the day

the hearth is ablaze

and I'm resting my weary brain

It's funny

there's a fire full of flames

and above it

in the centre

of the mantelpiece

is

one candle

dancing in the mirror

one candle

holds my gaze

there's a fire full of flames

but one candle

holds my gaze

It smiles

this room

and it's musty and it's rosy

and it's possible that I'll doze off quite soon

and so

to bed

up the wooden hill we go

and say goodnight until tomorrow…