Let's sit by the fire,
And dream of adventures,
Of times when our youth
made us invincible.

Let's feel the warmth,
And stare blindly in space,
Thinking of those gone by
who no longer holds our hand.

A good book, a cup of hot tea,
A warm blanket nearby,
Wrapped around our bodies
gives momentary peace.

A song playing faintly,
In the other room near,
Reminds us of an event,
Or time, place or person.

Let's sit still near the fireplace,
Sipping slowly on our tea,
And dream alittle dream,
Of times when we were
also immortal.

A good friend, a kind neighbor,
Hopes and endless nights of dreams,
All packed sweetly into our memories,
Create the fragments of our hearts.