The Phoenix Returns

The phoenix, it burns with the pains of love

a slow burn that envelops the whole body

tearing straight through feathers into it's heart

until nothing but ashes and bitter tastes remain

And we cry for the phoenix and its beauty

lost in the flames of mistakes and petty bickering

wondering what happened to the joy and laughter

and the simple moments that took our breath away

Most people shed their tears and stagger away

drunk with anger and lost flashes of truths

they dismiss the phoenix as simply another

beast eaten by its own inconsequential power

But if you sit a moment and watch with patience

there is flutter and then a feather appears rising

from the ashes of whatever love once held strong

now renewed and recalled into the world

This feather blooms and bursts into a bird

of such valiant colors that it's very body blinds

the stars and causes the trembling of the sun

a reborn wonder of myth and magic combined