while the red-hot flames
burn into shades
of dying light-white blues,

the merry songs
i hear of love
turn into me and you.

it's time that i
took off my guise
and lay it down to rest,

in wood and hay
just like that day
that God sent down her best.

it's warm right here,
where i lie here,
your warmth covers my chest,

that's one more way
that i can pray
with my heart there as your nest.