Open Fire

staring at an open fire

watching flames as they leap higher

I recall an old romance

I can almost smell the perfume

that she wore at our first dance

Staring at the burning embers

strange the things that one remembers

I can almost feel her cheek on mine

I can almost hear what she's saying

as I dance with my old valentine

I would swear I can hear

the music playing

sitting on a cozy pillow

poking ashes with a willow

stirs a spark of old desire

funny how the memories come rushing back

before an open fire