Lit The Fire

Lit the fire, dear

I'll be there soon

I might not near

But I can be there at noon


Lit the fire, love

Don't let the house become cold

Did you wear your gloves

When you out to strolled?


Your house is too far

The world around it looks bizarre

In this heat, I might get lost

And sorrowly miss the first frost


But I'll be there, darling

I'll be well adjusting

I'll climb the Mountain

For your love is like a Fountain


If I were not there at noon

Would you wait until dawn?

I'll ride the wind and follow the Moon

Just leave the lamp on the Lawn


And when the morning comes

I'll be there inside your arms

Lit the fire, sweet

Together, you and I will be completed

© 2017 Freya Cesare