Friday, October 7, 2011

Phoenix

Here is my rise from the ashes of a love
That had burnt me in all my essence.
Here is the torn shell of fear
Dead and disremembered forever.
Here I drink to death for it is the thought of it
That brings joy to my living.

I am alive as the sunlight
Cast on the walls of this expeditious city.
I breathe in the air with hope and blow a kiss
To the people who do not heed my sprightly smiles.
I flap my wings with faith and rise to sing
To all the walking dead: “Come alive, come alive!”

Here is my rise in a poem
On the white sheets of this blue book
 As my body rises from the sheets
 Of your bed fulfilled and divine.
Here I greet the shimmer in your eyes
 And bid farewell to fears. 

I shall walk without fear on the air
 And all the five elements
For I imagine you watching me
 And hear your wings flapping next to mine.
Here I shall fly fearlessly forever.

2 comments:

  1. you rise triumphant! Congratulations! Long may you fly.

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  2. I especially love when you write "Of your bed fulfilled and divine." Such a perfect resolution to those three lines. It frees any anxieties by acknowledging the divine and within the divine lies eternity. A uniform future like the horizon. We know that the sky and the ground never touch. They are infinitely apart. Yet, at the horizon there is a beautiful marriage between the two. Thank you for this poem!

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