A Cold, Cold Fire

These wounds burst open A stitch could not hold A frostbitten tongue Left in the cold. I wish I could speak But friend I’m afraid I am still quite weak. You came and you went Never rebuffing On the time we have spent. I, with nothing to say. For the fires gone out Forever be it may. This tongue appear thawed Finally free, my fortunes now rest In the warm hands of god. The fire is out In more ways than one A new foundation emerges about. Now, all over again I must gather the sticks And let the blaze begin.