When the evening holds your hand and walks you in it's light,
Do you pull the night back looking to the past or walk with pure delight?
The light is fading into dark it's not for sale or hire,
But flickering in your faded view, is the light of a flaming fire.
Do you hold your movement, stay in the dark or walk toward the plume?
Do you glance at the floor of the rocky ledge, do you sweep life's worry broom?
I walk to the firelight with hast to feel it's warmth it's glow,
Will you walk to the side of the heated flame, and there let me tell and show
For in it's light you'll see my face and it reflects pure love,
The might of the fire is in your heart and it's sent from up above.
Let the Firelight become fire might let your soul be taken in,
Let it guide you in the pathway now, let it fight your battles, it will win!
For truth be told to everyone who come to the light of the flame,
There is warmth enough for everyone, and when fueled it will always remain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem