I sit in silence deep in thought
By the light of a dying ember
The mind forgets, but the heart does not
Imaginations dreamlike splendour.
I sit and dream of an old desire
I think of faces and remember names
They all come back when new things tire
As I sit by the light of fading fire flames.
Night time thoughts have slipped away
And joy always seems to end.
Then the dawning and light of a new day
Another day in which I contend.