THE FIRE

I sit on my logs
I stare at no fire
I have no matches
but I have my pyre

she comes along
out of the mire
singing her song
it starts the fire

I stare at the flame
I stare at her eyes
myself I blame
I withhold no lies

I bid her farewell
she walks away
it's good that she leaves
but I still wish she'd stay

I stare at the flame
I blink back my tears
I think of her name
I think of my fears

I stare at the fire
I watch it die
then in the darkness
there do I cry

noone to see me
noone to care
alone in the night
where it is bare

and so the night passes
and so do I
returning to darkness
from which came I
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