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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...

more than you know

Searching the night sky, as your breath barely yet truly brushes my skin,
I look past the years as they fall away until we are left to ourselves
With memories old and tender and memories being created
In an instant with this flash of intense emotion
Leading me through the black of night to a place
Where light and wonder and the surreal meet
In one night—one perfect night—stars turn to glitter
Seen and unseen. Hidden and spoken sensitivity.
Time binds us to an awareness of relativity
Which could shatter hearts
Which could flatter and mend

As the dawn breaks and I'm left to myself,
a simple whisper of the evening's magic lingers
and I dare not trust how my memory holds this recollection.
My narrative could be a fraction of your experience;
Your story could be a shadow of what you illuminated.

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