...The Fire...
The night is dark but I have a friend that keeps the dark at bay
warm and friendly it draws me close sending dark and cold away
I watch the flames as they dance and play turning wood to coals of red
The glow soon fades and the cold creeps in reminding me it must be fed
As I stare so deep into the flames, what do I expect to see?
could it be ghost from long ago that are waiting to speak to me?
Men have stared into such flames for hundreds or thousands of years
In woods at night the bravest man can know his inner fears
But I have a friend so I fear not, for it keeps me in warmth and light
I am safe and warm in the friendly glow.. of my fire... throughout the night