It's longest night. Light me a fire, I said and you did.
Carrying wood, and setting the ready hearth.
Your hearth. Our hearth.
We burned the old year away,
Piece by piece. Debt by debt.
As the wood sung it's phoenix song to the night sky
Calling to the Sun- Remember! Return!
This fire- the light we carry from your kisses
we release back to you.
In the morning,
the house smelled of sweet ashes and peace
and the world outside was wrapped in shining glory.
