come sit by the fire.

come out of the night
and sit by the fire
it knows the story
you've not the energy to tell
after such a journey
through the storm outside

let you feet
sore and tired
warm inside your boots
let down the burden of your pack
and let your back stretch in this heat

the eternal furnace that glows before you
burns not only in front
but through you
reaching past your experience
to simmer your memories

the fire knows what it must be
to be you
it knows the road
was long and perilous
it knows you've seen more
felt more
earned and lost more
then one would like to recall

so come out of the storm
and sit by the fire
for it knows the story
you've not the energy to tell