Hidden places,
Pocket realms
Around me to behold.
Spirits of the skies all come and go.
Mighty minds of old
Stand strong beside us
Through the warmth and the cold.
With coldness still returning,
The haunt of all affections pure
Come full circle and reassured.
Within the firelight�s dancing blaze
Thoughts,
Instincts,
Lost in a haze.
Fire rises around the innocent,
And breaks the serene of heaven.
Expect the unexpected.
Bless this day; sun of fiery light.
Bless this day,
Prepare me for night.
