Innocent to the world,
you must be.
Eyes that have never known
cruelty.
Never known reality’s jagged
embrace.
Let it stay that way, love has made
a bright kindle out of you.

Keep warm those that have forgotten
what is to be alight.
Teach them what it means to be kindle
and kindled.
They will say no, kindling once burnt will
never ignite again.
But deep down, those ashes seek the warmth
like moths to a lamp.

Light the match and start the chain.
The rekindling of the old and young.
Reignite the fuel that was never meant
to be consumed

and when you are done,
how about you light up
this old kindred spirit
of mine?