Rising, rising.
            Ran right beside.

            Gave me wings –
            swift, golden things.

            Still higher soared, 
            up to the sky.

            Into the sun. 
            Life had begun


Falling, falling.
            Pushed out, away.

            Removed faint hope.
            How could I cope?

            Plummeted down,
            forgotten then.

            Buried beneath
            funeral wreath.


Rising, rising.
           Clawed my way back.

            From ashen deep,
            throw-away heap. 

            Now here I stand,
            firmly planted.

            Champion of 
            your life, my love.


Falling, falling.
            Blind once, you see.

            Love found us out,
            fear led to doubt.

            So, too, do I 
            understand this:

            Though one dream dies,
            phoenix will rise.


Rising, rising.
            Will we yet fly?

            Find common ground,
            hands clasped, hearts bound?

            Might we explore
            edge of what’s known?

            Forgive, embrace  
            some starting place?