Fragile are these worlds of ours,
us but pawns in hands of powers
we may not 'see' nor comprehend
from the cradle to the 'end'...

We dream our dreams on silver platter,
as targets for ol' Fate to shatter,
and those Her gaze may fail to find,
will face Time -- demanding grind...

Once a while, though, both relent,
giving way to what was meant
to be, to shine, and to excel,
battering the 'Gates of Hell'...

I beg your pardon, I'm still dazed,
for all my life I'll be amazed
that human voice, a 'mere' vibration,
could evoke such spell, sensation...

Xtina's voice did -- "Yes, she can!" --
turn 'ice' into an ardent fan,
saving me from "cold-heart pyre",
bringing warmth, igniting fire...!