At the fireside I feel the leaping flame become part of my blood, as if the passions of such hot gold belong in my veins.
Be at my fireside, be at my heath, pull up a chair and rest, for you are my Sunday best, you are the church I need.
Fireside I sit to feel the warmth of amber glow, to feel that out there in the ether is another spark of energy akin to my own.
Come the black heavens, come stars snug in the dark, the fireside brings the kind of glow that resonates with my heart.
In the sparky cerebral flow of my eventide thoughts there comes a sense of wholesome warmth akin to the fireside.
The fireside, the hearth, the shelter of the golden light upon nights clear or stormy, that was my heaven right here on Earth.
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