Fire.

I’m fire, baby. My sparks burn bright, My embers keep you warm, Give you light. Play with the flame, They burn you down, It’s gonna be a long night.

Is that you?

I still see you On the swing, laughing hard Moving slow When I look out the window; Could it be untrue? I notice the leaves that fall, Trees covered in snow, The older I grow; This wrinkly skin knows Your touch was that of God, Healing my soul, In the hot summer strolls.