Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Phoenix Flight

Phoenix Flight
The phoenix flight is
a dance with no end
ash to flame
flame to ash
so goes my heart.

I am trapped within 
a cyclone of feathers
made of match heads
then drowning on ashes
clogging my throat
I cannot help the dance
the flight.

But the ashes don’t last.
Just as from the minute
I take wing I know
I will fall,
when I am a broken bird
my fire doused
I know
I will burst into flame
and into the sky.

Flame nor ash will last
but my phoenix song
my phoenix flight
it will.

I am darker than a moonless night
grey-black and falling
and then reborn
brighter than the sun.

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