A song of hope

I have never said these words to you,
Though the fires we lit continue to dwell,
Kindled the day you graced my life,
Burns until I bid this life farewell.

If the gods in all their fickleness agree,
If our spirits truly free,
I'll wait until fate's melodies,
Sing better songs for you and me.

The written word

Life breathes in the forest of the written word,
Be it divine or human creation.
Sheer genius seems pointless methinks,
Without the grace of literary revelation.