A faint fire burns on a distant hill
a long journey with winds never still
a forest and valley demon-full
but the thought of warmth…pulls.
It has been many miles since I last felt the flame
And may be many more til I see it again
The joy of freedom slowly subsides
Once more to be captured fills my mind.
My need for heat I half-heartedly fight
But the temperature’s dropping night after night
How long must I wait to reach the next peak?
How long is each night when I cannot sleep?
I hope she’s as far from the fire as I
Yet the light of the flame glistens her eye
And leads her through a thorny field
And I pray her quest will never yield.
On some frozen evening by fire’s light
With both the precious hill in sight
May we warm ourselves in love’s golden glow
And on our journey together go.