There was molding and trim
Of Mahogany,
Rustic and intricate
Done in the old style

But it was the fire in the hearth that spoke to me

There were enchanted mirrors and magical tablets

But it was an old guitar, smoldering away into the night
That moved my spirit to fall in love.

It was a new beginning,
No second guessing.

Which side is winning?

The moon outside,
Swept into the sharp
Inhale of the universe

There, in the hearth burns
A new kind of fire on Earth.