The Old Flame

It's been too long since
I've touched these keys
They're dusted over
Just like these dreams

But on a pre-dawn morning
A thought struck me
A sentient arrow
A rekindled memory

Of a certain flame
Of a certain name
Of a certain heart
That refused to be tamed

And so I sought you out
Searched the sky
For your cloud
And yes, your words they
Still burn bright