To All Who Sleep

this winter's night the town is silent
dead as autumn's fallen leaves
to all who sleep, the hours are fleeting
(clocks are given hands of thieves)

-- c.j. noel

Embers

I'll find our fire despite the storm
          And I may fail, but I'll have tried
                    For those old embers never died
                              Three years have passed, and still they're warm
                                                              
                                                            -- c.j. noel