Blowing the Embers
Dying flames by the hearth,
they know the secrets in my heart.
The warmth I feel as I fall asleep,
only the ashes are left to weep.
A storm from winter I invite,
the flames glowing brighter into the night.
I won't forget what I sought,
when the winter's cold was so flaming hot.
I held my breath in anticipation,
a moment met with great expectation.
Soon the flames were all smothered,
and I was burned like no other.
But I dare you sir to not remember,
the very first spark in that late December.
Though I'm older I feel the same,
The embers in my heart will forever remain.
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