Looking Through The Fire

I sit beside the fire and think of all that

I have seen of meadow flowers and butterflies in summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autums

that there were with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and dream of how the world could be

when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see!

For still there are so many things

That I have never seen in every wood in every spring there is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago

and people who will see a world that

I shall never know I sit beside the fire and dream of the great inmortal night

with every tear and every cry remember the cold nights

Never seen this light before

Great fire without a light

Darkness burns in me

Will I ever see the night again I do not longer care

I just want to leave this world

My hope is almost dead

Fire take my soul

My cold hands hold the tears-long forgotten by time

I awake in this neverending dream

I hear your hopeless voice- that screams from the beyond

Please don't leave me I will be forever by your side...