Oh Beloved, the years come and go… Except, I see you; You my love, are as the first moment I set eyes upon you; The touch of a instant: The sweet breath of a breeze… You…, are a spark to wings… giving rise to this spinning mayfly. You are my fire. and I dance for you. Reminiscent to the essence of The Dancing Cry Of The Soul I rise… And, … the veils fall. Eternal is the flame; Ageless to the essence of the soul. Still, in these eyes, You are my spark.

You possess such a power over me.
I embrace you within my mind and you…, you are as a soft whisper; A longing,,, in a distant dream. And, like a beacon deep in fog you steer my desire’s passions.
How I tremble from deep within... My sweet love, you possess a gift… to make still this pounding heart. You take my breath away. Beloved, you are my subsistence; You make me reach, … to want
And, I belong to you.
From impish to poetry.
Ah, my love, to the deliciously impish thoughts only you can provide;
                                                        ­                                                       Thank You
                                                             ­                                                Your Phoenix

Choices;
To live? To die?

Living;
Can choose to die?!
Dying;
No choice to live?

Breathe!
... choose differently later!

I Hear an owl outside my door
1:58pm. July 3rd. 2015
Strange thing;  
An owl, calling loud,
... on a sunny day?

See; He’s laughing!

I know;
Time for tears to roll.
Little mouse, salted to taste;

No snap! Still, dead all the same.

When a heart shatters  not all wounds heal.
Cuts; Bruises; Being taken and torn; These do…!
These heal!
Being deserted by love? The ones you love; The ones who loved you? To no-longer have the feeling to want or the ability to be loved…? Or, even to feel a touch of a hand  without dying inside?

To hold such fear of even the soft touch of your own child’s hands as he grabs onto your skirt looking for you to hold him;
Is it right?
Or safe?

To no more feel the ownership of my own skin?
To feel… guilt and blame; Shame… for being me?

At fault; … should’ve been elsewhere!?
Responsible; I couldn’t keep my world under control?

Wrong place!
Wrong time!
Things should be…
But no…!
They can’t be…

Still,…  
Fear boundaries;
Fear without a difference;
Safe or harm?!

Time doesn’t heal all; It simply reminds…

Smiles cover tears;
Laughter, pain;
Control is a myth…
But, for the memories;

Even all those good ones
… from, long, long ago;
They will always remind,
‘Do not reach…!?’

Time always reminds;
Reaching is merely
Placing of hands
Elsewhere…
On the same clock.

Little bird little bird
So fragile, so small
From way high in the branches
You tumble and fall

Little bird little bird
Let me show you to fly
To soar up to the heavens
To set fire to the sky.

Little bird little bird
… but, no one may know
If's heard a little peep
Those feathers will go

Come on little bird
…lets lift up your wings!
Fearful but so happy
Little bird  sings!

Little bird, little bird
Will, what do you know
Plucked of every feather
Now, where will you go?

The taste of stillness;
Sensations dance
… along dimly lit walls;

Flickering shadows.
To what will come;
Comforts…

Gently kiss noble asp;
Make still my essence.

Grant glories to the scent
And heed these candles call,
Aken!

The ferryman knows;  
It is I, Isis!
… awaiting within my tomb;

To take triumph
… over empires
And, bid Ma’at
… make ready the scales.

A mute tongue speaks,
Now, even I must obey.
Take me, take me now,
… beyond the veil;
…to my most noble love.

Venom seeps deep to the breast;
Still warmth, trickles slow…

Truth drips of love;
Flowing trials;
Blessings of surrender

My Beloved goes in advance;
Does desire deceive?

… am I the fool?
Is now, pleasing time?!

Or, is love stronger
… than all defeat?

Come; Come
Take me to the land of Reeds.  

Charms beguile…

My bed waits;
My dead-book, done;
Shimmers of gold, ready;
Royal garments adorn!

I am Phoenix!
I am Queen;

I am Pharaoh!

To my glory;
My, Mark Anthony!

The cosmos awaits.

To be desolate
in the depths.

Better than to love;
The heart shatters.

Lift;
Drop;
Descend
Splash.

Down drown sung breath;
Where divisions hold dear.

To float;
To sink;
To be
… where the void sees

Night; Day;
Surrender in turn

‘Til  to surrender is all there is…
And, echoes

Emit what was…