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.