There is far more than Phoenix
rising beneath this tethered soil,
smoldering
from sorrow's rage.
Only a softer wind
could lift leaves' rustling
from my eyes.
A wraith thinned
by survival's demands
feeds not on ego's betrayal
or false promises
of splintered Truth ~
hands lifted in quiet despair
were given silken seeds
to bury within grief's ashes.
You sang to me
of sweeter moments
overflowing with Grace,
kneeling beside me
as we discovered
a glimpse of sunlight
beyond shadows' thrust.
When the wild winds came,
we stood tall, merging our breath
as the world turned warm
with tender laughter...

s to you both









We gots the gold.
"Sugar & spice", ehhh??? Well, I am kinda partial to chocolate & cinnamon...& my Muddy Buddy.




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