Fire burning, burning bright,
And in the middle of the night,
You knelt your knees so that your nose,
Rested gentle against my clothes,
You filled your lungs with moments lost,
And then you questioned at what cost,
Because all these years you never knew,
About the person into which you grew,
As for her, who shared your sheets,
On dreamless nights, in freezing heats,
The months have left her bare and boned,
With eyes wide shut and hair uncombed,
She will always love you,
But how quiet you've become,
Silenced and subdued, the embers cease to smoulder,
Though the burning, burning fire is suddenly much colder.
