I wonder lost in the woods of fresh fallen snow
I Cannot help but wander lost amongst the snow,
I move from refuge to refuge, seeking warmth that
none could give.
I see a fire amongst the woods. The fire, she has a glow
that warms the heart and hyonotizes those who watch her.
I cannot approach her, for those trees that make up the wood
rattle their branches unwilling to let me pass.
But he remembers the night he saw the fire, and even far away felt her warmth. The streams are not frozen now, they trickle and run. I can see the fire reflected in the steam, and the glow as it dances on the dips and sways of the water. I look from the edge of the woods, and I see the fields being covered like sheets over a womans curves and I dream, I dream of a timeless place....
the fire from before, it stands, as beautiful as it always has. I set outside the ring of trees and say to myself. Even If I only would spend a few moments watching the fire dance from the outside, and never feeling its warmth, I could spend my life watching the fire burn, and if it ever did go out, it would not have been a wasted life...
Even in the dark of the woods of freshly fallen snow, I am not cold because the flame is with my heart and my memory for all time.
--- Sandgolem