It a was day where it was easier to hold a hand once in a while
Tracing a finger across a soft cheek and extract a warm smile
To walk along the parkway with soft brown eyes to meet
For the embrace of a beautiful human soul ever so sweet
I have been there.
Looking into deep eyes to see the pure soul
Drawing upon power to fulfill a newer role
The Phoenix can be very judgmental in its candidates for rebirth
It favors not the people that, only in aimless wander, find hearth
I was once chosen.
Today I realize that in colors I find things true
Black and white belying only the distorted hue
When the tide finally succumbs to gravity and finally starts to rise
It will be I who stands there, cupping bloodied hands against my eyes
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