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
Vagabond Prophet 