Beside Your Fire

Sit me in an old chair
With an hour’s worth of peace
And I’ll return to you a story
Of love and mercy
And comfort that doesn’t cease.

Pour me a warm drink

For the chill deep in my bones
And I’ll make you a present
Of joy, unmingled with sorrow
A free heart, undamaged by angry stones.

All I need for you to do

Is grant me this time beside your fire

And I’ll weave my tale
Of war and peace
That’s all I need and require.

And when the time is spent

I will walk softly to your door
Leaving you to think on things
That trace your footsteps
And will do so forevermore.