this was written for me, about me or whatever...it's really nice

My thoughts of love were blacked ...

like the stones of an old fireplace that had not been lite for years....
thoughts of the burning hot and warm for so many nights

that warmth lost in time ...
the blackness on the stones of the soot of the fires gone by...
settled still deep in the stones pours...

that understanding lost in time
the coldness of each of those stones lost in rememberance
aching for the feeling of warmth ...

that warmth of inside lost in time.

and for some reason it all ended -

it was was a rekindling of a fire - a light - a love - a man ...
the blackness of the soot had a rememberance...
the stones in the hearth felt warmth again...
the burning released into flames

how wonderful to feel warmth again