Phoenix

Now, even the illusions are gone… Have I restored my sanity? If that is so, —I do not desire it! Sanity—Reality. No! …too much reality is feeding on my life: Dispossessing me of Beatitude! I pick up the Phoenix's feathers And I reconstruct my wings: White, swift, travelling the distances Of my heart's desire: Far, yet near; Passed, but present; Young, but matured with endurance; Elusive, yet real— Persistent here: Between your thoughts and mine, Between your heart and mine, Crossing the time: — The rose-buds have not yet withered! We are returning to innocence, Searching for the bulbs We have planted in our spring— They have yet to blossom: — Let's attend to them! With gentleness, and affection; Water them With our restrained tears; Kiss them With our silent whispers of mystery, Revealing the love we two imparted: Make them witnesses to our secret: Turning secret to realisation Till we shall no longer dream! But dream Of our next touch, Whisper, sigh, Inflection of voice trembling with emotion— Our love Manifesting through The perceptible and the imperceptible senses: As only Love can do!