Faded Firelight

I sit in silence, deep in thought By the light of a dying ember The mind forgets, but the heart does not Imaginations dreamlike splendour. I sit and dream of an old desire I think of faces and remember names They all come back when new things tire As I sit by the fading fire flames. Night time thoughts have slipped away And joy always seems to end The dawning of a new day Another day in which I contend.