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.
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Hey Glenn!!......I REALLY enjoyed this write!!........love all the old tales about the Phoenix rising from the ashes...........well done brother!!.........smiles.........TÂ xx
Hey Toni. I thank you for stopping in and commenting.Â