My Phoenix, my trump of love: A poem 

The years may have taken a few things apart 

but not the soul of love and the heart 

There is no precipice in that belief 

but an expanse that its truth beckons 

every time that this love is remembered 

Spirit knows how it can be reinvigorated 

I can hear a pitter patter of paws 

running all over the keyboards of my walls 

and that is the most consoling music 

The Gemini that began your life 

and brought freshness to mine 

A little pet is a trump that can preside 

over every nation of mine 

There is no alarm of despair 

For the ones who know the truth of benevolence breathe the freshest air