Little Fires

Little Fires
Little fires in the belly,
Whisper of hungers they tell.
Not just for food, oh no, not that,
But for connections, where hearts chat.

Aching for whispers in twilight,
For laughter bouncing in moonlight.
For hands that fit, fingers in rhyme,
A silent rhythm, crossing time.

Little fires in the soul's deep hold,
For stories untold, dreams to unfold.
To paint with brushes dipped in the sky,
And watch colors soar, as dreams do fly.

We all carry these embers bright,
Flickering sparks in the fading light.
Hoping for winds that fan the flame,
To find our tribe, whisper our name.

So keep your fires burning low,
Let them guide you, watch them grow.
For in their warmth, connection lies,
And in their glow, your true self flies.