Phoenix

From ash and cinders at dawn of day
Rise, ember-feathered swift bird of prey!
The skies await you, my alate soul.
Fly through all doubts and sneers cold!

A long way westward to your next pyre
Across the ocean - no man's empire,
Over the gray blots of urban lands,
Over those sapient and earnest ants.

Inhale the sweet scent of myst and mint
Becoming almost one with the wind.
Catch up with daylight at any cost,
Pursue the glimmer of freedom lost...

The wings of virtue ascend and glide.
A desperate contest. The ochre tide,
The azure shoreless, the falling Sun.
Who else could fancy that wicked fun?

High peaks still smolder. The blaze of eve
Grants no respite and no relief.
It's time for bonfire, so save your breath
To count down from life to death.

Alas! No marvels tonight should hap.
While you're making the final step
From weary sorrow into duskflame
Pray that tomorrow you'll be the same.

03.08.07