Another log tossed on the fire
sending sparks up through the flue
like souls escaping from the pyre
whose heat spirals them from view

And we sit here side by side
on this cold late winter night
in contented silence we abide
hypnotized by dancing light

Whose flames carry me far away
to folks and places back in time
where I can remember every day
which passed like a clock's fleeting chime

Back when the man beside you was
thick-haired, handsome, full of youth
never giving thought or pause
to how years alter self or truth

But like a spark as it cools down
my thoughts return where they began
and drift back to our piece of ground
to this old and balding man

So as we sit and drink our wine
I admire both fire and view
and as our fingers intertwine
there's no doubt I still love you