Nothing reminds me better
How little most of it matters
Than a chair like this
In a place like this
How little most of it matters
Than a chair like this
In a place like this
Leaves submerged
Under tangled reflections
On a night lit fantastic
A time to reflect
A time to bask
A time to collect
And recollect
Nostalgia
Mixed with quirkiness
Leavened by wit
And insight
Awaiting
The Symphony of
Fire
Like an oval
Cleared of snow
On the surface
Of a frozen lake
Sharp rays raking the dull air