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This Phoenix Speaks
Seven years in the making, my first published book, This Phoenix Speaks , is now a reality. The tireless and tiring work invested to ma...
your way to me
Where did you go, Love?
I cannot face the truth of when I lost sight of you—
When you just let go of my hand.
It all happened so suddenly, in a breath really
As I stood there watching you choose
Every person, place, and thing other than me.
I saw you let go; I felt your devotion leave.
What happened to your promises? Where did you wander, Love?
I hope you find your heart, Love.
I hope you find your way home—to me.
for my little monkeys
Heartbeats beating down the door
As the clock tick-tock-ticks
And monkeys are jumping on their beds
Then the calendar keeps running its mouth
And letting her little monkeys out
They are running, climbing every tree in sight
She stands in awe, a witness
As she greets the growing distance
With those little monkeys learning to be free
Learning how to leap and how to land
Heartstrings stretching toward the hard won light
Of the tangled up jungle of adult life
And watching eternity unfold before her
Heartbeats beating as she watches her little monkeys
Swing from tree to tree—what a delight