A Hearth Ever Warm So many times I sit back and wonder at all that there is to be knowing. There are so many people, companions, and friends to be found wherever I'm going. But there's so much to say, I know not where to start, or what words could describe what I feel. There's just so much to learn, and explore, and define, that forever could never reveal. And there's so many things that I want to be doing, and to try at least once and complete; there are so many ways, and variations in style, it's a joy to relive and repeat. Like so many waves that rush in to shore, the thoughts in my mind keep returning. Like so many tides drawn forth by the moon, for that which I love I keep yearning. And there's so much to long for, but so little time, while the hours melt away like a candle; like so many leaves blown away with the wind, or left out on a limb, there to dangle. And the fall is so far. The ascent is so steep, but the journey ahead is rewarding; so slow is the progress, yet steady the pace. Through knowledge the strength is according. So often I'll sojourn where each Hall is a home and each heart is a room to adorn. So softly glow memories, like embers, like dreams, in the breast of a hearth ever warm.