Tuesday, February 18, 2014

FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX





FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX

Without you, there is no magic

in the shadows any more.

I don’t see the cruise ship

whisking us to Madeira,

or the dozing bird of prey,

head turned into chest


but occasionally an ebony panther

creeps stealthily across the curtains

before melting to the floor,

chased by the hunters’ gun.


When our hands intertwined

a phoenix rose

soaring across the ceiling

with our hopes and dreams,

sometimes chased  by spiders,

eagles’ wings or a bobbing rabbit,

that made us chuckle with delight.


I can still make the rabbit

but the phoenix has gone,

broken, incomplete,

leaving an emotional void

to cast a heavy shadow across my heart.





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