Feed the belly, feed it well
Power love’s engine and ring the bell. Onward.
Or no stories will ever tell
Of flaming surprises
Scorching midnight’s horizons
That warmed love’s hope by which many fell
If dim, take a candle and light it there
Cup it closely and give all to share
For without flame there is no fire
And without gain or scant desire
How can we move forward, toward
Horizons point where time becomes one?
We burning embers that whisper the night
And scatter the sky with gentle light
Don’t let us die without lover’s sight
That once we followed, the willing blind