Dark shadows dance in glowing embers,
Crackling whispers, forgotten places,
Upon stone hearth, as night remembers,
Memories past in caldron's faces.
Curling wisps of pugent fingers,
By unseen hand, up flue are taken,
Left behind as smoke's scent lingers,
Forgotten times, blaze doth awaken.
In blackened coals of long doused fire,
Ghosts of time remain unburied,
In dormant slumber, 'neath fiery spires,
Eternally in ash are carried.
Past and present, one the same,
Mesmerized by siren's flame.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 02-19-2000).]