The Fire

Starting fires as we watch the winter sky
With friends by the creek
It's been so long since I saw you in late July
I'll be here for a week
Laughing and tossing branches in the growing fire
As it cackles and churns
The fire seems to be the only moving thing in sight
Besides my memory that turns

After drinking and dancing till the break of dawn
I awake with one thought
It's been three years since I moved to a different town
Guess I escaped to be caught
The windmills on the way to [?]
Stir my soul into the air
And as you drive me to the old church that I'm thinking of
There's a diction that we share