Firelight

Sometimes
When the clouds are heavy
Around these Welsh hills,
Especially at night when
The world goes quiet and
There is only the wind knocking on my door,
I sit with the lights low
Letting the firelight dance for me.
This house, that you and I built with our love,
Stands the buffeting and the rain,
Strong enough for storms and even winter snows.
Warm enough to keep life in me vital and
Looking for you in the movement of the flames.
That is how I sit this night.
Loving you my darling.

Copyright ©2006 Tony Crisp