I envy those with passion

That fire awakes at dawn

The X is clear, though why you’re here

Night falls and all is gone

Time marches on in unknown pace

Heart’s filled with here and joy

As long as they can do the thing

Why is not a voice

But for those that wake in morning dew

Instead why remains a choice

They might have known, back in summer’s day

But then were girls and boys

The dew will clear and sun may rise

To shine on plates of gold

The shimmers are as beautiful lights

But times gone by, it’s cold

Instead to squint for flickers each day

My soul wishes I wake

By fire at dawn, and I wish to stay

And it never time will take.