My Phoenix is my soul at every age
She soars from her ashes
When I sit faded
Sagging from the weight of cares.
My Phoenix rises up at the dawn
When all cares have burned away
My Phoenix sees all the stars within me
Dark ruby eyes ringed in gold search my innermost sanctum
Those knowing orbs of worlds yet to be
My Phoenix glows in the moonlight
When the other nightbirds chitter and chafe
Under the dread of darker shadows
My Phoenix has been there at every age
I have waited for her through my trials
As I have left behind each stage of my lives.
My Phoenix rises in the fire of passions that have scorched me
In the sackcloth and ashes of deserted loves
Rues the forgetful friends who visit only in my memory.
My Phoenix is my soul,
dramatic in flights of fancy
Keening over my deaths, my many little deaths
Calling in her song to lament no more.
My Phoenix is better seen in the night
For contrast of fire and
I burn again ... it is my age they say, creeping in
And the embers glow deep red.
I am too hot to touch
Mercurial moods capture me and my solitary
My Phoenix and I soar again, timeless
Out of the ashes colors,
You cannot stop me
You cannot catch me
Leaving the ashes of regret.
She still flies to me.
Her feathers dazzle again.
Once again betrays me
For I am all these ages.