The song of pheonix

Every grace is eternal
the bloom, the fall
the opening of petals each
each, mesmerizing, en-lighting
meets the eye

Time, passes on
but memory do remains
and the song with its beat
carries you away
far, to another place, another world

Precious, those moments
in the midst of ordinary
its alike fishing you see
等 等 with patience
there i see it, yes perfect

Every aspect in its entirety
the voice the sway that grace
all of them so, perfectly ensembles
that first bloom of spring
that end in fall, heart wrenching

All those seen, felt deeply real
despite knowledge of impermanence
 grasping desperate, still flies away
beyond which eyes can't meet,
a deep impression stays, beautiful... that song of phoenix

All is dreams, all is real

How can I

How can I see, truly
the beauty in your heart
with eyes mine clouded with prejudice
where love mine is subjective

How can I judge you
how dare I !
with mind mine lost in material greed
that jealousy baring its fangs sharp

How can tis be
tis strangling feeling
that plunges my soul deep
down to the deepest hell sublime

How can I
say I do
to you my bride
the fairy in white
in the altar
as the sacred vow
is to be promised
How can I
when,
when this heart mine
is conflicted is so fearful
of losing
of failing thee,
thou, thou
whom i sayeth, always
thou art beautiful
truly so...