How tender is the bud within
the one that sprung despite the ash
patiently waiting as the the fires raged
anticipating the dawn of new life and calm
the phoenix essence of beautiess spirit
that refuses its petals to drop and lie
on the ashened grey earth
on the grave of a once-love's death
instead waiting
for the rays of warmth and life
to filter through the puffs of ash
to feed and nurture the spirit within
to show that ways are more than one
You are the beauty of the dawn
the flower in its birth of bloom
You are life force
the nectar within
that feeds the lives within your heart
that into each day you carry within.
(for Adrian)
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