How can one ever describe
The evenings in the ice
When troubled smoke billows
From heat that does not suffice

The radiance of beauty there
So much stronger in the mind
The glittering little branches
Whose birds you cannot find

The world's afire tonight
Don't pray for that moon
Take cold light and hold it close
Endless dark will come too soon

Somewhere the city is screaming
Afraid but clueless as of what
Has set it to these underworld blazes
And spotlighted its icy cut

But here the quiet forest
Has only music to play
And as the maples dance in the light
The sun departs the day

And I'm curled in your arms
That last ember in our hearts
The brightest scene of fading
That ever graced the arts