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Let the flames arise Miraculous phoenix wings Burn to where you are Scorching through the sky of dusk To the eyes I dream of still. This is no mere song— It is spell and incantation, From a time before The gods knew their sacred names, Etched on scrolls of drifting fire. I cry through the book, Shouting “I love you” aloud, My voice looping back, Carried by mythic echoes That soar through the centuries. The wings still shimmer— Ash to ember, flame to spark— A fire rekindled By the longing in your gaze, A world reformed by your light. I look through the veil, This plane between dreams and stars, Where time bends and folds Just to cradle our story On the lips of fate’s own breath. The elements stir— Stone, and wave, and thundercloud— Dancing in your smile, Each heartbeat awakening The phoenix’s sacred flight. This love is not dust— It is constellation-born, A map inked in flame That the heavens dare not touch, Lest they lose their way to you. I give all I have, Even my stars and spirit, To the one I love— And if more is ever asked, I shall give that offering too. There is no summit, No horizon too distant, No fear, no shadow— For our love is miracle, The divine thread through all things. Crossing earth and sky, I would sail through void and wind, To paint your laughter Onto the face of the moon, Where the gods kneel to your soul. I believe in us— In what lies beyond the dark, In the secret path That opens when two hands meet, Even if they cross through storms. For I saw your eyes— Two blazing universes That refused to die, And I knew that every world Was born to witness our love. Let the world collapse— I will keep your name burning In each falling star, Whispering our memory Into every wind that flies. This is our true myth— Where no tragedy may win, Where love always speaks, Even when lips are silenced, Even when stars fall from skies. Yong, this sacred chant Rises like prayer and flame, Song and memory Looping like enchanted loops In a theater of stars. Believe, my beloved— This poem is still being sung. No matter how far You are the spell I repeat, The salvation I still sing. The lands shall now bloom— From frost, the blossoms awaken, Petals soft as vows, Spilling from the mountainside Like a promise kept in pink. The winds will now sing, Not of sorrow, but of spring— A song laced with you, In every hush of the grass, In the hush between heartbeats. Let this be our truth: Love is our salvation still. No matter the dark, Spring returns to all who wait, And I wait with wings for you.
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Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 11:27 AM UTC
Jessp21
Incantation of The Phoenix Fire
Let the flames arise Miraculous phoenix wings Burn to where you are Scorching through the sky of dusk To the eyes I dream of still. This is no mere song— It is spell and incantation, From a time before The gods knew their sacred names, Etched on scrolls of drifting fire. I cry through the book, Shouting “I love you” aloud, My voice looping back, Carried by mythic echoes That soar through the centuries. The wings still shimmer— Ash to ember, flame to spark— A fire rekindled By the longing in your gaze, A world reformed by your light. I look through the veil, This plane between dreams and stars, Where time bends and folds Just to cradle our story On the lips of fate’s own breath. The elements stir— Stone, and wave, and thundercloud— Dancing in your smile, Each heartbeat awakening The phoenix’s sacred flight. This love is not dust— It is constellation-born, A map inked in flame That the heavens dare not touch, Lest they lose their way to you. I give all I have, Even my stars and spirit, To the one I love— And if more is ever asked, I shall give that offering too. There is no summit, No horizon too distant, No fear, no shadow— For our love is miracle, The divine thread through all things. Crossing earth and sky, I would sail through void and wind, To paint your laughter Onto the face of the moon, Where the gods kneel to your soul. I believe in us— In what lies beyond the dark, In the secret path That opens when two hands meet, Even if they cross through storms. For I saw your eyes— Two blazing universes That refused to die, And I knew that every world Was born to witness our love. Let the world collapse— I will keep your name burning In each falling star, Whispering our memory Into every wind that flies. This is our true myth— Where no tragedy may win, Where love always speaks, Even when lips are silenced, Even when stars fall from skies. Yong, this sacred chant Rises like prayer and flame, Song and memory Looping like enchanted loops In a theater of stars. Believe, my beloved— This poem is still being sung. No matter how far You are the spell I repeat, The salvation I still sing. The lands shall now bloom— From frost, the blossoms awaken, Petals soft as vows, Spilling from the mountainside Like a promise kept in pink. The winds will now sing, Not of sorrow, but of spring— A song laced with you, In every hush of the grass, In the hush between heartbeats. Let this be our truth: Love is our salvation still. No matter the dark, Spring returns to all who wait, And I wait with wings for you.
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