I heard a whisper like a mist
It won’t forget the times we kissed
Or the golden fields we roamed until the snow

Though the memories never fade
I hardly wish I would have stayed
Lest the lives we paint be worlds we’ll never know

But still I dream
About you every night

What does it mean?
Am I still burning candlelight?

In the mornings on my own
I think about what you call home
And the times we shared sound rational again

But the pain we cause in changing
Make ourselves for rearranging
Ask me twice before I just don’t give a damn

And if I dream
About you every night

That twisting stream
Was just a firefly’s moonlight

Baby, the time I caught your eye
Was it the time I said goodbye
Did you dry your tears with god to understand?

Maybe I’m lost, maybe I’m found
But when there’s no-one else around
Think about the times we shared and hold it in

And if I dream
About you every night

That twisting stream
Was just a firefly’s moonlight

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A Memory’s Memory

We can cry any night about those who we loved and lost, but do we neglect the beauty we still have from meeting them? Honor the memory of that sweet love by making something good. A song, a poem, an uncertain creation. I believe in you and your passion. Go get it, brothers and sisters.

Of course, like any time we spend together, I love a snapshot shared. Tell me your story, and I’ll share mine. We have a deal? That’s the rub. The cold’s coming soon, so I hope you packed your knits and kindling. Hey, I’ll see you on the other fireside, alright?