To put to write
like fiery dance
the emotions full
my warmest heart
when we are twin
my joy be most
like blessed rain
to golden dust
yet of the sun
its mystery rays
a beastly roar
in silent praise
in feathered plummage
my soul be clothed
though so indeed
I pray chastised
within the mask of heavy years
though they be few
no pain disguised
To sing to part
not of the heart
what then be else
if I am not
a man of soul
kin to all
the prize I have sought
is it my all
silent spirits swords withdrawn
ready to unleash their
wrath be done
all by my side
if I be innocent
bread of the soul
let sorrows waste
entrap me hand
leave me not uncaptured
claim my senses
so enraptured
I write the soul for one each year
this fiery dance
surely my dear