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Eternal Phoenix

I am an eternal phoenix

With my silky velvety feathers soft

Yet they are my steel mechanics

Of perpetual motion and rhythm

Do not write me off

For do know I shall rise up again

And I can do that in infinite numbers

I am an eternal phoenix

With my key ring holding a rainbow

That muses around melody and music

That can touch you love and care

That can touch you silky kisses in burning diamond

I can touch you back to life

And you rise up to dance

And open the windows of adventures in your fingers

And your palm lines become rippling rivers

Sparkling water and waves craft music day and night

Do not write me off

For do know I shall rise up again

And I can do that in infinite numbers

I am an eternal phoenix

With my heart as old as the silver moon

That holds a melancholy tune in mute

Which I can hold still in my ears in moonlit nights

And a mind as young as a daffodil in young early spring

I can count colours into music

And music in colours poetry in hear beats

When you touch me with overwhelming warmth

Kisses and caresses become nocturnal bliss

And they resemble tropical rain in the green

Sparkling rain water crystal liquid diamonds

Floating over your silky smooth skin

Where I can and do paint a passion-painting

With the colours and pastel of my countless kisses

Do not write me off

For do know I shall rise up again

And I can do that in infinite numbers

I am an eternal phoenix

I take you to a long walk in shadowy afternoon

That turns out to be sunny in sunshine-rain

That wets us with closest of warmth

I offer my hand to you

You offer yours to me

And I can hear the beats between two entwined hearts

And you look up with petals of wonder in your eyes

I then see a black rainbow shines in your black hair

In various shinny shades of black

In the wind that brings the stories of the waves

Of the Southern ocean

Where mermaids’ water dance calls us

Towards a dance held between our eyes

Do not write me off

For do know I shall rise up again

And I can do that in infinite numbers.

2:54 p.m. - 2004-04-07

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