Sunday, 11 January 2009


If I am to be a log on the fire of life
Let me burn bright
As each white cinder joins the night
Glowing orange against the desert
Let me give comfort, warmth, energy, inspiration
And even as I cease to burn
And crumble back to the soil where I was born
Let me leave a powder memory mingled underfoot
It would be an honour to heat the kettle
Nestled snugly against me
Boiling the water which you use to make your tea
Drink deep and smile for me
Beneath the stars and moon we share

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