I was just flicking ash br on burnt out phrases br scraping jaded thoughts br in hardened wax br digging out my dreams br from dusty corners br and trying to kindle fire br with weary coals br br but then your eyes br saw light in words br that could not glisten, br and the subtleties of sounds br sung for your ears, br you felt the warmth br in sentiments that shivered br because you trusted br in the flame br of who I ambr br Sheila Knowlesbr br