Adrift
Cradled by the last vestigial feverish flames of your phoenix
Rising
On a damp evening the world has stopped its silhouettes
A half remembered moon confirms this miracle
One chance
One last chance
to fly back into your heart
I dedicate this journey to all we ever were
With this tired, tattered ship to you I will return
Escape the grip of razor winter
Through frozen stars and fog
And follow the faint but steady sound
Of my heart blind dialogue
To home
To peace
To you........
April
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