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The hour grew nigh, as I wait...

silent spectator with bated breath,

my gaze affixed to the distant horizon

still shadowed by night's lacy curtain.



The moments pass slowly, suspended,

in anticipation of the longed for coming

of he who lights my world with passion

and stains my eyes with poetry.



Almost imperceptibly, the skies blush

as the night lifts dainty skirts of black

to float away following the drowsy stars,

as morning doves flutter wings of welcome.



Ah... and I gasp...as at last he appears;

A vision clad in majestic plumes of fire!

Spellbound, I am mesmerized, captured,

as my gaze collides with a fiery canvas...

and the Phoenix rises.