Phoenix Sonnet
mdj 06/18/2007
Pain attacks my soul amid the sunburst clouds of the forever setting sun
Too long have I, this pain endured of life's reflection without heartfelt love
Too long have I, worn this torturous adornment as a constricting glove,
I would exchange this emotional rack I'm bound too, and with this feeling be done.
Long ago in days I once knew were yet young upon the face of this earth
My heart rejoiced frolicking the dew covered love we cast upon the plants
The Planets revolved around our play while we lived most happily with scant,
Till on the morning I never forgave, our lives came to an end, rendered upon the hearth.
Long I wandered, alone in the land bereft and remorseful as the volcanoes lie
Yet one day I heard a song in your voice, you are my beloved, come help me to fly!
A vision of loveliness, one long lost in the black forest of never more hope
You cast your vision upon me, calling me home to a land I've never known
You planted my feelings upon your fields of emotional bliss without any stones
I can not help but wonder, Is this God's wish? If so, when will we safely elope?
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Arise Oh Bird of Paradise
Behind each silver lining of a golden cloud indeed lies a pain
Like some fiery bird with wings of gold, illusive and obscure
Until all the exchanges of heaven and hell are met without a cure
Too long, yes too long this pain that has gone on with its disdain
In days gone by whence we were still young with passions fire
Hearts once renewed by the ever flowing tide of loves bliss
Around about the planets roved and we tasted of its first kiss
Forgive me thus, that I might once more herald in loves first desire
In volcano's fire burns all the dross of love's past and solemn iniquities
Until the song of freedom is sung, and once more we fly with its equities
Never more must we hope against hope, but trust in what the gift was for
In fields of glory then let us plant the seeds of faith and in fertile ground
Not amidst the stones of dejection, that hiss back at us with hollow sound
To love and to be loved, the vision that is seen by only those who hunger for more
Susie E Poling
