Tis a dark and cold and dreary day,
beside the fire I'll softly lay;
Flickerring flames they hypnotize,
while glowing embers mesmerize;

Logs they sing in crackled bliss,
while wind blows forth a chilling kiss;
Smoke ascends on wings of grace,
filling room with aromatic trace;

Warmming thoughts envelope me,
of another time, that use to be;
A day as such, was held so dear,
when love was young, and you were here;

But that was then, and years have past,
shadowed memories softly cast;
On walls of hopes and dreams someday,
that once again, my fire you'll lay;