I believe in fires at midnight
When the dogs have all been fed.
A golden toddy on the mantle
A broken gun beneath the bed.
Silken mist outside the window.
Frogs and newts slip in the dark
Too much hurry ruins the body.
I'll sit easy - fan the spark
Kindled by the dying embers
Of another working day.
Go upstairs - take off your makeup
Fold your clothes neatly away.
Me, I'll sit and write this love song
As I all too seldom do
build a little fire this midnight.
It's good to be back home with you.
