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.

 

© Hazel