Reivax Camlost

The little fire

There\'s a whispering fire wearing white at my door

Speaking tongues with a voice sheathed in silent despair

Knowing all that I murmur alone to the air

All the songs that I sing to a love that\'s not there

All the gestures I make in my mind and then store

For the day when my heart cannot take anymore

And I turn from the fire, and I slam the front door