Light My Heart

Light my heart,
With firers of words;
Give me a glow,
Of your poetic thirst.

Never to late,
Is a moment of wish;
All is in fate,
Dreaming and this.

Light my mind,
With sentences skill;
Nothing's left to find,
If exciting with a thrill.

Give all of you,
In every hour of life;
The same I'll do,
Or at least strife.

Never to late,
Song's just starting;
Both love and hate,
Constantly departing.

© 2000 Peter S. Quinn - all rights reserved