Stoke my embers so my fire may light
Ignite it so it may burn bright.
Within your pages my life has found meaning
And I have an audience for stories I wish to tell
And fingers for words I conjure.
Stoke these embers as comments or likes
For without thee my fire has no light
And my day lies like ashes cold and grey.
Stoke my embers
And ignite a bright blue burning flame
So I may tell you all that I lay claim
Secrets, triumphs, dealings and all
Let me bare my soul
within the frame a status update allows.
Stoke these embers
Let my fire roar
As I think of words true or untrue
For the comments and likes that I know will rain down like hail
And when none cometh, in passing minutes and then hours
I know it is my wit that faileth.
So stoke these embers
So I may tell lots of tales, some of them really tall tales
And keep brotherhood
With those whose faces are sometimes abstract
Or presented with none that is thine.
Stoke, stoke, stoke
That I may not die
I'm betrothed to thee.
And if within your pages I do not find fulfillment,
Nobody else will.
(Ok this last part is totally silly, I know. The entire thing is silly, I know that too).