Holding, hold
holding,
always holding,
deep within
the ash,
lay an ember,
burning ember,
deep within.
Soul food for
the nighttime;
tinder for the flame.
Resting, rest
resting,
always resting
'til the day.
Burst in the sun-rays
through the window -
night away.
Fan now
raised up ember,
raising heat
into flame.
For the nightime
is for smooring,
smoor, smooring
embered flame;
for the stillness
is for smooring,
smoor smooring
embered soul.
Take thee,
to the country
where the smooring
lives still on,
feel now, ancient
rhythms for the soul
there just 'for dawn.
Ember. Ember.
Flame.
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