Maybe I was not alone
Feeling like remembering
Though forgotten now I knew
Once before the fall of spring
Sometime summer secrets known
In winter spent forgetting
Too bright now to remember
Too painful to recall in
The dying of December
Then the birthing once again
Maybe you remember too
I thought I felt you feel me
(Wounded) heal is what we do
If you revealed the real me
You would heal me and I you
Maybe I am not alone
Maybe you remember too
Maybe I have always known
You?
Or maybe not
And you forgot
II
Sunrise: The Phoenix and the Butterfly
To transcend desire is not the same
As to live in denial
But would be if there could be a name
For this my hour of trial
Which by coming late would lay the blame
On my own mortality
Apparently finding the rest of me
As wanting
My rising soul released by the flame
Is the one acceptable sacrifice or
In a choice paradox of paradise for
The haunting
Refined to uttermost by mortal fire
I look at myself and love what I see
Though it was maybe not and you forgot
So having been taught to care I do
While having been taught not to care I do not
But as I love me I could love you
Embracing my transcendence of desire
The phoenix though not common not unknown
I know since I am one and rise alone
Fly high and free then butterfly
And mind your wings near burning things
The phoenix sees and shares your sky
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Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
Excellent introspective exploration, a real search for meaning and truth. Very fine indeed.
John