by the fireplace

Keep your eyes peeled,

something’s happening

By the fireplace;

dust stands still amidst the wind,

the fire moves and

it ascends,

incites,

habitually;

despite the lies of the head

and truth of the heart,

It’s not too late to wait,

to start again,

to assume,

to run,

to stay

or fall.

It’s not too late.

The fire will stay even if not still.

Believe it and it will.