On Incantations

Each poem is incantation true: 
a plaintive cry in darkest night 
a squeal of boundless sheer delight 
a prayer for fragile tender hopes 
a spell to cast love's binding ropes

And so I now, in faith, incant: 
These poems I write with dread aflame 
Such dreams I dare not even name 
A pledge to prove amidst all strife 
These verses mark undaunted Life.