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An Eternal Phoenix
I am an eternal phoenix
With my silky velvety feathers soft
Yet they are my steel mechanics
Of perpetual motion and rhythm
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers
I am an eternal phoenix
With my key ring holding a rainbow
That muses around melody and music
That can touch you love and care
That can touch you silky kisses in burning diamond
I can touch you back to life
And you rise up to dance
And open the windows of adventures in your fingers
And your palm lines become rippling rivers
Sparkling water and waves craft music day and night
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers
I am an eternal phoenix
With my heart as old as the silver moon
That holds a melancholy tune in mute
Which I can hold still in my ears in moonlit nights
And a mind as young as a daffodil in young early spring
I can count colours into music
And music in colours poetry in hear beats
When you touch me with overwhelming warmth
Kisses and caresses become nocturnal bliss
And they resemble tropical rain in the green
Sparkling rain water crystal liquid diamonds
Floating over your silky smooth skin
Where I can and do paint a passion-painting
With the colours and pastel of my countless kisses
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers
I am an eternal phoenix
I take you to a long walk in shadowy afternoon
That turns out to be sunny in sunshine-rain
That wets us with closest of warmth
I offer my hand to you
You offer yours to me
And I can hear the beats between two entwined hearts
And you look up with petals of wonder in your eyes
I then see a black rainbow shines in your black hair
In various shinny shades of black
In the wind that brings the stories of the waves
Of the Southern ocean
Where mermaids’ water dance calls us
Towards a dance held between our eyes
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers.
(The Geography of Time)
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