Sacred is this bird with its brilliant plumage

Of all winged creatures there is none so mystical

Red and gold feathers,

Firebird
Sunrise.
Warmth given.
Life sweeps across the earth,
Given freely from the Firebird.
Plants sprout, animals live;
Man

Phoenix of the ashes you rise
dressed in blazing glow.
Be the fire that flies
and the night light show.

Burn up the night
with

I am old and heavy with memory

My eyes are not dim but distracted

When I see the feeble sparrow, I see all the sparrows

Phoenix Rising -

And when I walk

On well worn stone

With dust and death

And rancid bone.

-

And when I falter

Leave me