Things I find fun to say

For now the hour quick is fleeting,

My head aches as though given absinthe.

It’s a small ember inside 

& it’s keeping hope alive

But tender tinder renders a flame

and it’s back where it started again

a flame that burns in the heart of the hearth

Beautiful colors that don’t know where to start

Flaming tongues lick the walls

and the walls feel nothing at all

The flames grow higher into a fire

a blaze ablaze and now the walls notice

So the walls build up and the hearth closes

it’s needs deprived the blaze begins to die

The dull roar of the fire subsides