in those lights.

I Lost a Mighty Pen of Wits
- for S

I lost a mighty pen of wits,
When long long years has gone.
The dainty words became pits,
Where the day hardly shined on.

But in this thirty-seven days,
The dawn is silently breaking.
My youth of scars and ashes,
Are now refreshed and awaking.

For I've found thee o my tender,
Comes with strange lovely songs.
In the darkest land we meander,
Seeking for the brightest zones.

Love is a mighty pen of wits,
Let me compile romantic toems.
From the very first day we meets,
My heart's refilled with poems.

April 28th, 2007