Alive again.

I love thee in the light
of day, where heaven shines and angels pray

To the holy spirit before the night, with dreams of golden wings in flight

A captive heart in accordance to love, where patience fits a royal glove

And hands embrace but more than hold, the hours passing, the fortune told

Bound by leather, in books there well, stories of love, I could not sell

But make them live, alive again, within the pleasure of my pen.