Scattered embers blowing,
Glowing, going, gone.
The campfire’s been burning too long.
Ashes to ashes bury these warm covalent bonds.
It’s cold outside.
I don’t want to be alone tonight.
It’s cold outside.
I don’t want to be alone tonight.
I’m smoldering, a little older,
And I still call your name.
Out in the dark.
Tossing up charcoal.
Hoping a spark’ll light the way.
Ashes to ashes, carry me onward to my grave.
Apparitions floating,
Gloating, goading on.
When there’s still letters left to etch on gravestones.
Ashes to ashes, conjure these disconnected bones.
Turn out my pockets.
Nothing but soot.
Nothing but darkness upon darkness.
Cracked dirt underfoot.
Furies are circling.
Wind starts to howl.
Carrying on now.
Really bellowing out.
Heartwood is splintered.
Knuckles are raw.
Turning into the wind.
I’m unbroken. I’m listenin’.
Smoking and glistening’.
I’m burning, burning white hot.
Scattered embers
Shifting, drifting, lifting high.
Under the smoke cloud glows a firelight.
Ashes to ashes, wanderers warming in the night.
And it’s cold outside.
We don’t have to be alone tonight.
And it’s cold out side.
But we don’t have to be alone.
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