My Secret Mentor

Life when ceases to favour,

when under siege, I hear a clamour,

souls and hearts fail to console,

when I shiver from head to sole.

Just when my fear caresses,

destiny gives up before darkness,

An angelic light of the brightest tone,

slices through silt, making it moan.

Armed with arrows of joy,

the blazing sphere, never coy,

takes in arms my frail courage,

as I accept it's incandescent salvage.

All hail to you, oh mighty sun,

let your fire and flare burn,

in my eyes and ambition be firm.

Life is a mistletoe,

about the berries, let me learn.

Sagher