What are we holding
within our embrace?
A fragment of heaven,
marooned in this place.
A tiny matchstick
to begin with a spark,
a small, warming fire
to thaw our hearts.
The promise of summer,
of rest and of ease;
of smiles and of laughter,
long days of peace.
What am I holding
within my embrace?
My own piece of heaven,
lost in this place.
The glow of a fire,
that warms me right through;
all this I am holding,
when I hold on to you.
