Out of the shadows sneaks the light

Not yet…for the darkness I delight

Don’t have the strength to come out

A dove heaves me up yet I’m too faint to stand up.

 A light reached out…and touched my gloom

A fresh dove so cold but welcoming

Willing to take a plunge….to risk he would

Persistently consistent and always there to remind

Of who I am and how things ought to be

Still I hinder his radiance…not ready to consign.

 
A tweak…a twitch….he wittily muddles my slumber

Is this dove the hope I marvel

Or just there to cause more blunder?

Yet magically he restores the smile

Upon whose face almost died.

His radiance amuses and consumes

Lighting every step I try to muster

Slowly, gazing & guiding my move

Falling with me, hurting along the way

Yet his strength and fortitude could not be swayed.

‘Come lift! Fallen spectacle with clipped wings

Your dawn is about to break through

You doused yourself in fire…death in view

Spread your wings and soar with me…..

For I will always behold you….’

                               Heard my laments…wailed with me                                 

Yet I am not raring for such hilarity…

 ~phoenix 06.03.09