Tell time by the fire

By the licking of the flame

By the smouldering of embers.

Stirred from the ashes of yesterday

And still warm enough

For today’s beginning.

The orange glow at night

Echoing the orange glow of morning,

While at the same time

The dark of night is upheld

By twinkling distant lights,

For those nocturnal creatures

To hang their silhouettes.

It’s important to stay awake

Into the black hours

Where no city lights dare

Tarnish the sky with greasy fingers

To notice just how brightly coloured the night is.

– Vagabond Prophet