The Dove and Phoenix

I woke from a wine induced
sound sleep of tipsy dreams.
Dreams of Vaudeville songs
feathered masks and acrobats.
Everything went a blur
and a shook myself awake
bolting so hard I could feel
the blood coursing through my veins.
Oceans and sea creatures
and distant land between us,
I hold you tighter tonight
in a grip,
feverish and ironclad.
Because sometimes you are all
in the grey world that reminds me
there is beauty, mercy and kindness
even though the stage of life
hosts a crushing amount of pain.
A dove flies as high as ivory towers
and the sparrow
with the heart of a phoenix
rises not with the sun
but is already awake.

For KPG