Old Flames Burn Flames burning through the night Forever quenching in it's delight A youthful dance it's light creates Flicking and dancing until the late. Finding the way into the shadows Playing a game it would so seem Knowing then what ever could be Youthful flames upon the wall Dancing twirling all night long. The flames get older, and still they dance Twisting and turning with romance. The flames grow tired and grow low Flickering yet despite the cold. Dancing and happy, the light goes on Until finally it dies at dawn. The old flames burn so bright, But only last through the night. Copyright