Flame

In as much as I can’t see the wind I can feel it. 
The calming cool of the leaves rustling above me.
 The dissipating sound of birds chirping higher and higher still above the sun-drenched top of my head. My vision is likened to an old film camera with ruined film and sunspots shown through each picture.
 My heart feels like the paper I used to fuel the flames in the fog of the morning; a popping sound as it shrivels and something more dominant takes over - flames. 
The flames of hope replace the sorrowful flames of disgrace.
 How loving the warmth must be to continue to purify my soul; burn out the tar and set a fire.
 A fire of life to destroy the fire of a promise forgotten. 
How thankful my heart that I’ve never been forgotten like the warmth of the sun as it fades and winter returns, with its sorrow. 
Nonetheless with all this in mind I sit in a day dream filled with longing. 
The longing of a song misplaced or maybe just forgotten. 
A song to the beating of my heart.
 A song of a lamb, sang to the beating of my heart. 
A lamb with dreams like mine, a lamb with fire in its eyes, and hope in its words.
 A lamb with a heart of gold purified and set part for the calling of the One the mountains raise up and praise. 
What a dream, as the trees raise branches high and the arms of the beloved turn to find Him. 
He who creation longs and searches for. He who pours out unceasing love on the earth; the flame. 

Lissie - When I'm Alone (Official video)

November

Sometimes i feel like old rain.