The Girl in Me

In Phoenix fire, there is a bird of culture, 
Whose feathers inspire the girl in me 
My fire emblem Empress lives in Paradise
Somewhere beyond the brilliance of sunrise. 

Flames cause a spark to fall from the sky
and ignites this great rebirth of desire
With aromatic feelings of seasoned spice 
Slavic symbolism has set my heart on fire.  

And wears a brilliant silhouette smile,
Like the scarlet glistering glittering gold, 
From sunset miraculously sprang a new cycle
The coloration that looks around

Each cosmic tune echoes a melodious cry
syncopating sound resonates from heaven
In the still of the night, I hear her sigh
just before sunrise, when dreams awaken. 

I paused to listen to her sweet notes 
That would end in a farewell song 
until spring, the cycle comes to an end,
And become ashes blown in the wind.

Identified with all mythical perfections
tilts her head and sings a haunting melody
The girl in me painting such expressions
About life and human ingenuity.

When the sun starts again to rise 
And the Tui plane wings began to stretch 
Its feathers in the clouds of beautiful disguise
A new Phoenix rises to fly back into Paradise.