And thoughts take flight like birds in skies of gold,
There is a bond, in letters deftly led,
That weaves us close, in stories yet untold.
When I did wander from our shared quill’s light,
You took the helm, with grace and tender care,
And kept the spark of wit and craft alight,
As if my voice still echoed in the air.
You took the helm, with grace and tender care,
And kept the spark of wit and craft alight,
As if my voice still echoed in the air.
In every line you penned, I felt the love,
The subtle art that binds us heart to heart,
As if the muses blessed you from above,
To cover for my absence with your art.
The subtle art that binds us heart to heart,
As if the muses blessed you from above,
To cover for my absence with your art.
With deepest thanks, my fellows, I do sing,
For in your words, I found a place to cling.
For in your words, I found a place to cling.