Evening Song Poem by Paul Reed

When your only companion is yourself
And the fire burns low
The cinders contain your memories
Like lights in your mind they glow;

The evening is running out of time
The day is coming to an end
The road no longer runs clear ahead
Everything hidden around the bend;

I made my home here
And not everyone is as lucky as that
To give a place that name
Where the wanderer lays his hat;

And this fire is all I have left
Of the fire that once burned within
The excitement that once welled up
The tingles on the skin;

All the people that have come and gone
And I'm still here by the fire
I can see their faces in the coals
The vision of them never tires;

I wonder if they can see me
Sitting here in the fiery dark
Maybe each of their souls
Is each of the crackling sparks.