Away from you, still close.

Awaken, like fire,

Burns,

Crackles smiles,

Crackle the woods

That ates.

At the ashes sleeping

In a slow slumber,

embers still,

Gentle heat bearer.

In a slow awaken,

A swamp, slow, steady.

Here at all times,

I wonder how you see me

I'm a tent, a camp?

I'm your home, I'm your lamp?