Kindling

Misty matter and pliplop splatter
Winter devotion grows ever fatter
On fire’s warm gloating
And me ever doting
Sending you mad, as they say, as the hatter

Curled up in its shad’der
As smoke climbs the ladder
Of beams that sit under the roof
And if you needed more proof
Of the folly of youth
Then watch us get gladder yet sadder

As the sun starts to scurry
With most undue hurry
Towards hidden homes for the night
Our thoughts turn to dreams
That will burst at the seams
As our angel wings unfurl and take flight

So turning on in
With an end to the din
On the rooftop that sits right above
We lie deep in silence
And consider the violence
Of some little thing they call love