Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Firebird 12-28-2011


Firebird 12-28-2011

In a glance that turns to fire
burns so brilliant, yet so brief
seething romance; heated desire
left in refuse and ashen grief

A passing gust takes away
the flakes of love that once were
to pass on in frightful fray
and pile complacent and endure

Sitting alone in shifting stance
wallowing deep in blacken soot
nostalgia over happenstance
given sight beyond astute

The flames erupt once again
ever glowing, growing, and brash
rebirth among the bleaker Zen
like a phoenix from the ash

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