Looking within I seek the words
The keys to all that’s been
Looking without I see the results
Of loves and joys now lost
Listening in the silent night
As snowflakes drift down
Beneath a blanket of white
Beneath my smile, a frown
No words do I hear
Nor visions do I see
The night slips away
Into the dark
The hearth it holds no spark
Kindling aplenty
Logs harvested long ago
Awaiting a strike
Upon the flint
The lights the bonfire
Of passion’s delights
That will warm the place called home
Starsong's Cauldron 