Keep your distance if you have no spark;
I am in my safe place;
Too many smoulders, too many ashes;
My tiny nest of precious jewels survives.
This is my desert, I sit by the night fire
And wait for the morning.
Keep your distance if you have no spark;
There are weapons here to punish lack of passion.
In this climate where I spend my days,
The hours will clean up my heart, minute by minute
Like an easel erased of its art.