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~ Reminiscence ~
To this, my soul speaks of…even as the winds blow cold, thy heart still burns bright. Springs come, and summers flee, still leaving thine own touch with an autumn chill. The memories of times gone by, love from days of old, lost within the mist…emotions locked within. None with faces, none with names…but all with tenderness, sunlight radiating from their essence…still caressing thine own. A touch, a glance, even a word…such loneliness memoirs can bring to thee. If only for a moment more, one dance would suffice…a feeling that stands still the movements of time. Even as winter brings upon thee its abyss of life, it remains but a sign of rebirth…rejuvenation. Peering into its solitude, I see the phoenix…it rises from within its own demise. Hope and anticipation still remain, as its flames were never subdued. What once seemed gone has, in fact, never perished…for it never will. In the darkest depths of our loss, we are born anew, for in the greatest of ruin, brings to thee thy greatest strengths, but alas…for only that moment, that one moment I wish to grasp. Will life ever reminisce of me again in that glory that I hold so dear? Will it bring to me that sweet serenadethat only asongbird could deliver? Only time holds the key to the locked door, and hope leads us there. Hieros ~ 2003
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