Ruby Fire

Candle burning, feather pen in a bottle of ancestral ink, magic begin again...

Ruby Fire



The lightest touch of beauty or of truth,
Gold was his wisdom in the thoughtfulness of age,
Courage of the gentle heart,
The strength of finely tempered souls
To love, to labor, and endure!

The blue of springtime in those eyes
Was never quenched by pain;
And winter brought his head the crown
Of snow without a stain.

Too wise to let his heart grow old,
Somewhere within the blue,
And know, to-day, your dearest dreams
Are true, --- and true, --- and true!


---S.W.P.