Sunday, December 9, 2018

Rising Sun

Companion in the Ascent,
We are two birds of one Wing,
Souls afire,
Heat pulsing through our phoenix feathers.

Light of my perilous nights,
Beacon of Jade and Gold
I sighted you from afar,
and You chased the Dread shadow
with your Face of Dawn.

A new Day bears it fruit,
Beloved, I come running.

The Sun also rises
Beloved, I come running.

Two rivers turn into an Ocean ,
their mottled heads
Unite in one solitary wish,

Beloved, I don't care
The day is fleeting
I come running.

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