The Embers of Time

Through the cold and windy dawn fires glow and burn in places unseen hidden by closed doors and in-kept dreams. Promises made long ago are placed on wooded pieces once dry and cold thrown begrudgingly into the blazing stove. Smoky wisps fill the open air where once held images and visions are blown away and quickly disappear. With each days passing away minutes and hours age us as the embers of time never stay. Seize the day, hold every minute at bay before you realize you have aged and life slips into that final stage. Hold it back, fight and hold tight every thought and action is adventure and delight as long as you struggle and hold back the night.