POETRY 2001

Phoenix Rising

Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes
of its dead mother,
I scream of loss and freedom.

Burning to live, killing what was
to set free what is.

Red wings frenzy-flapping, seeking air
I lift upwards.

The sky echoes, vast and empty blue,
cut by newborn wings.

Calling courage, clumsy flutter
smoothes to steady beat.

Soaring unknown.

High, bright and alone.

Dec 17th, 2001