Nestle closer to the hearth
and share with me your yarns,
stretching across the carpet and intertwining with mine,
weaving a rich fabric that we can don together.

Time can fly by for all I care,
blue plunging into the depths of polluted night,
and we talk still, bonds so reinforced
that not even nightfall could sever them.

Stay with me, and we can be crafters forever, weaving and blacksmithing
for eternity in this one-windowed log cabin.