To build a fire demands the stamp of time,
A stamp that many know, but few employ.
Success means glow of light sublime
And greater time its warmth will they enjoy.
So many claim to know this flame's embrace,
But miss enduring embers, hot as one
Would ever need, but no! The panicked pace
Of lonely hearts do seek the searing sun.
I ask a simple thing: look past the flare
That kindling creates and lower logs
Much larger on the fire. This kind of care
Will shoo away the dark that light defogs.