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what do you do by your firelight at night.

by the fire at night


ending the day
sitting by fire’s glow
barely breathing room’s air
I sip my wine,
maybe a cognac or two

comforted by the fire
as if the answers seeked were there
in return a crackle, a pop
ashes outside
drift in the dark
in the morn, remains will
be cold
they way one does not understand
why a soul’s heart can turn
unless it’s kept stoked

at least until
troubles are
laid down

I sit here with pen in hand
burning the midnight oil
reminiscing what the day
has left me with

besides tired mind, sore bones
plans for a jet plane
to leave with me on it
tomorrow night

my pen making love
to the designer paper
the only creation is
the words from
memories from
my mind, my soul
my heart

some good
some bad
some I can accept
then go about my way
the ones I don’t like
I try to find a way to change
my only reward a brick wall

since humans have left me
cold from betrayal of trust
poisoned darts of words
leaving my heart seared
covered only by tender flesh

humans leaving cold footsteps
by the lies they told
whether they were sober or not
beware of strangers in dark
dingy places
even well known strangers
can become a warning with
the sound of a lark

since the ones that are
not really there
ignore you when you
come around
pretend they don’t know
you, when new people arrive
for who you are, who your
connected to
in order to keep my
privacy, my sanity
here on land

I will put my thoughts on
the only friend known to
man
besides the
dog, the fishes in the sea
that would be
my journal at hand
where my
happiness is shared
my self worth restored
my troubles laid down

so there will be a brighter tomorrow
a smile to give away
a thought to toss of someone’s way
when their dreams have run aground

now the midnight oil has
burn to a dim
shadows dying fading
into the walls
the flames have become the
cold ashes I find myself
dealing with, shaking off
in the evening’s glow
of tomorrow

I once again sit here
my thoughts entwining
with pen in hand
paper with the results
of troubles laid down to
close the day’s end door