Ardor for life

I weave a tale in moi reverie

of a place truly devine

I hold your hand

and guide you there

where fears vanish and disappeare

I wirte a story, an anicdote

of what life brings

and what it holds

of unfurling darkness and the guiding light

of a reason to be alive

I call out to the wind

to soothe things down

be the lull before the storm

I write on stone a prayer for you and I

of life lived and life to be.