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?