Whispering Flames

Follow me home under the stars of a moonless night.

Swooning over the company kept by the crackling fire.

I feel your warmth.

It is fiery sweet and red,

reverberating around the corridor.

It fills every crack and crevice,

washing the walls with the pale flicker of emotions,

so unkempt.

It is breathing,

alive in ways our mindless souls cannot bear to grasp.

It is peace, it is serenity, it is

love.