there is a fireplace somewhere in my soul

there is a fireplace somewhere in my soul

there is a fireplace somewhere in my soul
roaring when it rains, 
roaring when it snows,
the warmth, the heat, 
floods every room, 
e'ry cupboard, e'ry seat,  
yes, i see the light arise
the anticipation, the surprise,
the glow of the quiet ,
the soul alone and alive,
gathered near, only those who hear,
who hold the hand, the cheek, the eyes,

and i whisper there--do you hear me?
i whisper and bend, below the snow and rain,
in the depth so vast it traps me
i cannot go, i must stay,
to gaze upon the hearthflame
kept safe in firelight, wood, and scent of smoke,
repining, i sigh, as flames arise.