Oh, the devil within you
on a day such as this.
With those wild sparks in your eye,
and the fireworks in your heart.
There's a sharp smell of a blaze of change,
and a burning hunger for the sweet embers of opportunity.
There is indeed a bit of flame and smoke about these parts,
and I watch as the fire's kindle slowly turns to glow.
Setting the frostbound heart ablaze
to feel the heat in hearth,
and rise in the wake of a searing sea of flames.
To reign in a time of candied possibility,
and to feel the warmth
of all that is well in the world again.
If the world is cold, make it your business to build fires.