Smoke rises from luminous light burning by the fire.
Sitting here my soul finds peace by the fire.

Ruby, tangerine, and ebony dance circling the wave of warmth.
Glancing above, unreachable stars find a place by the fire.

My ancestors left marks in the wood where they once rested.
Just as I am, storytelling, beside by the fire.

Whispers in the forest ascend into the silence of smoke.
Yet I find myself pondering, what they once said by the fire.

Desolate, as I am, speculating how to inspire a new song.
Now voices are coming back like a shadow by the fire.

Took the thought beside the fire once carried by bones left behind.
The spheres tell me what I should be, oh what to write, all I want is peace by the fire.

Moving into my occupied spirit with invites of old.
Brad is my name, here my voice, my words, my breath by the fire.