Spitting embers everywhere,
Wood under flame.
Like glowing, fiery angel's hair,
Fire is my name.

Licking wood with burning tongue,
Warming in my bower.
Though I may bring destruction
And ruin within the hour.

My children leap about the air,
Like fairies in a dance.
Here one glides, here one slides,
They jump around a prance.

They are stars, shooting up,
Swimming to their homes. 
Flame is my glorious dress,
And wood is my bones.

I often glide in and...

I saw Andrew by the flying fox.
He was wearing his black hoodie.
He was tall, his hands behind his back.
I saw Mrs Atkinson near the barbecue.
She was smiling, she looked kind.
I miss her.
I saw Jessica playing on the round-a-bout.
She was adorable, and I remembered when she
Sat on my lap at fireworks night
And I had to keep fixing the bow that fell out of her hair
And Andrew was looking at me
He...

Every house on this street is ours
All bathed in the same light
All belonging to the same street

And not even aware of it.

Every sky across the world is the same
A different colour every day
A different message in the heavens

But the same canvas and palette.

Every little light is a star
Whether it's a window with the light left on
Or a glowing starfish in the sand

They're all part of our night sky. 

Every...