at the fireplace

From across the fireplace
In the summer morning rays,
On blazing skin in early light
The secret wish was burning bright.

Ride across the winter land,
Deliver it with trembling hand,
Acid lungs, cold as the snow,
Longing for her warming glow.

We jumped across the smoking ash,
The slates were blank and hope still fresh,
Victims of those unsung days,
We sat at the fireplace.


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