I love to listen to the fireplace
on cold dark winter nights
when no one else is talking
and it casts the only light.

We've spent pleasant hours together
my fireplace and I
for it spins the most wondrous tales
of days to come and things gone by

To set the stage I stack some logs
and place the kindling just so
then light the tinder and settle back
wrapped warm in the fireglow

The logs crackle and pop as they burn
and the flames dance so sinuously
all joined in primeval rhythm
my fireplace talks to me

And, as my fireplace unfold its story
with the flames acting out the scenes
with marvelous precision they weave
an enchanted web...a net of dreams