It is during waking hours that you simmer on the back burner.

Softly existing

Gently rolling

Around

On my tongue

In my mind

It is on the cusp of entering sleeping hours that the flame on your pot increases and all I can think of is the 6 letters that when sewn together form your title. 

A common one

Simple

Calm

Fitting, yet out of place

You are not common.

There is a certain hue in your ember that catches my eye

A hue that resonates within me and causes my insides to 

Spin

Swell

Create new colors

Shades of inspiration

Tones of excitement

A birth of light