Firebird: You Resurrect with Such Grace

Such a firebird, my phoenix star: You resurrect with such

Grace. I perish to fly—if only to dream perfection. Our fire,

A risen patriot—a newborn flight. Such a firebird, my

Phoenix star: so esoteric. We clash a vision, aware of such

Light. But fortune, a subtle ransom; and treasure, a field of

Mines. I burden fate—my dear amore—alert the irony.

Such the firebird, my phoenix star—a fleet of secrets. Our

Fire, a cryptic pleat—we plight—so freely. Thus the Spirit,

Favors depth—an unyielding sword. And we dare favor

Wounds, attached to joy. Such a firebird, my phoenix star: a

Purple wave. I fall—to part the clouds—if only to garner

Flame. For such the brilliance, a pious sin; but probe the life,

A web of actualities. And such a firebird, my phoenix star:

You resurrect with such grace.