Words to the Hearth

I pull my knees up to my chest
The world outside has gone to rest
You dance upon the blackened stone
A living spirit, wild and lone

Yellow tongue and heart of blue
I tell my secrets all to you
You eat the wood to stay alive
I watch you fade, I watch you thrive

Where do you go when you burn low?
Is there a place that only you know?
Are you the sun that fell from high?
Or just a star trapped in a sigh?

I see a face inside the glow
It changes fast, it moves so slow
I ask you now, I ask you plain
To burn away the heavy rain

You do not speak, you only pop
You spin and twist and never stop
But if I lean in close enough
I feel a breath, warm and rough

Are you listening?
Are you there?
The smoke is rising in the air
Speak to me. Speak to me
I'm standing here. I let it be