Flicker, Flicker burning bright
The darkened room with all their might
As they dance around and round
A new flame burns to break new ground
casting their shadows upon the night.
Not worrying what’s wrong, or right.
Moving round they twist and turn,
New shapes they’re making as they burn.
Forged among the great and good
As firelight sears it’s way through wood.
As faces shine with wonderment
Stolen minutes or time that’s lent.
We warm the room before our bed
To rest a while the weary head.
byindiablue 