The Phoenix Fire

Your love was sweet when all else failed,
your eyes mirrored the time youth's cluttered thoughts ensured a content heart,
every breath you sprinkled on my lips seemed true.

Although I ceased to spell out grief and gave you pain,
for all the ashes I smeared on love you'd water my mind;
your tears redeemed like the fiery bird's,
so from the abyss of ashes our love be born anew...

I gave steroids to our senses
at naked nights and coating days,
that protected all our treasures,
by stilling your will to sate the thirsty tides:
with your fathers encryptions in your soul.

But the storm swept away our love-imprinted clouds
and shocked my mind with your natural lies.
You could not give the same I gave,
you could not feel the pain I felt.
No more flowing rivers for you,
The end of your Phoenix tears,
Swept away too, by the storm...