Signed in Ash

Tune me to the fireside frequency

Ash-white static marking time for me

Sparks write dashes where I used to bleed

Hold the signal, let it lead

Fireside frequency, stay near

Dial set low; the room turns clear

Hands and kindling, patient plea

Send the warmth back into me

Wool throw over the chair, night presses the glass

Candle in a jar makes a small orbit pass

Logs pop open little doors inside the dark

I trace the air for where the riddles start

Smoke draws a ribbon above the grate

Old songs faint from a radio late

Coals blink slow like an honest reply

I ease the mind I otherwise deny

Turn the dial to patience-let it be

I'll read the ash like braille I need

I place my name near cedar seams

Await a calmer frequency

Tune me to the fireside frequency

Crack and light in measured symmetry

Sparks write letters I can finally read

Keep the signal steady, please

Photos on the mantle lean into night

Faces like embers holding their light

I pour a quiet over restless bones

Let the ash-clock set its tempered tones

I hear the stories I rushed before

They take their shape along the floor

Between the breaths of pine and flame

I learn the weight of saying names

No sermon, no stage-just the treaty of a room

Heat speaks fluent mercy while the sparks resume

If there's a station made for truth without a plea

It's this-low, orange, certain frequency

Fireside frequency, don't fade

Hold the line I almost strayed

Write me simple, write me plain

Keep transmitting through the rain

Stay tuned

Stay warm

Hold fast

Transform

When the room goes quiet and the coals turn thin

I keep the code under my skin

Tomorrow hears a steadier me

Signed in ash, in frequency