Tapestry Fire

The tapestry fire,
And the thought of getting higher.
Caught a distant glimpse of our beacon aflame,
The towns will light up the sky to make us all look the same.

I cannot remember when I last lay awake,
Under a sun and cloud strewn day I couldn’t possibly make.
It’s just the wonder to which we aspire,
It’s our everyday tapestry fire.

Stand alone and run like the wind,
Every now and again forget your little sins.

As we head first dive in to fields ablaze,
Gentle hands and your eyes never cease to amaze.
We’ll walk the streets among steeple spires,
A beautiful day and our own tapestry fire.