How many times must I die
For no phoenix am I
No wings, no fire, no ashes coat these feathers
And yet I return
Each day to the possibility
That dying would bring forth new life
how to love April 22, 2007
show me
who you are
and how you know me
your voice crawls ‘cross my pillow at night
and into my heart
yet I know not how to love
who I cannot see
