Sometimes--- less is more,silence speaks in volumes,
a storm can clear the air.
And, though I'm far from sure,
I think the fire is still burning
though it is hidden now.
It gleams beneath the ashes,
or so it seems to me.
There is a flame within;
it hasn't died away
though the coals glow silently.
The safety of your arms-- I remember:
the embers must be there,
for I'm sure I feel their warmth
even now.
