At Your Feet

Written by: Bill Doggett

Wishes and day dreams I place at your feet.
Where the raged and tranquil frequently meet.
Walk softly my soul, I'm burning with fire,
beauty and wisdom fuel and inspire.
Growing slowly, embers glowing, knowing.

Like a candle flame absorbing its wick.
Lost in puffs of smoke that flutter and flick.
Burning bleakly in accepted defeat.
Glowing light flickers in passionless heat.
Slowing transforming, slowly consuming.