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

dying

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.