A long time ago
\nI was left in a storm.
\nPerhaps when the world started
\nand there were no trillium on the slopes.
\nWhen the water came drenching
\non my face,
\nand I had no arms to hold on to.
\nWhen your eyes did not open
\nand I was blinded in light.
\nEverything roared,
\nand branches fell about me,
\nand love was the only thing that mattered.
\nOne hope in the tumult.<\/p>\n
How I longed to once more
\nkiss you,
\nwithout fear.
\nTo see the calmness of morning
\nsmile from your face.
\nBut the storm held me,
\npossessed me,
\nand I felt the fire of its sword
\npass through me,
\nand I changed.
\nA Phoenix rose from my head.<\/p>\n
It soared above the tempest,
\naway from the despair of being alive,
\nof being new.
\nOf having the flower of creation
\nopen in me,
\nand never sleeping again.
\nNever going back to the singularity
\nof a dream.
\nIt was then I knew
\nhow much the kiss you gave me mattered.
\nHow little I could return.
\nHow few the words would be
\nthat could come from my heart.
\nI was taken in a storm
\nand changed forever.
\nA part of me went away and never returned.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A long time ago I was left in a storm. Perhaps when the world started and there were no trillium on the slopes. When the…<\/p>\n