The Phoenix Again
On the ashes of this nest Love wove with deathly fire The Phoenix takes its rest Forgetting all desire After the flame, a pause, after the pain, rebirth Obeying nature's law The Phoenix goes to earth
You cannot call it old You cannot call it young. No Phoenix can ve told This is the end of their song
It struggles now alone Against death and self-doubt But underneath the bone The wings are pushing out.
And one cold starry night Whatever your belief The Phoenix will take flight Over the seas of grief To sing his thrilling song To stars and waves and sky For neither old nor young The Phoenix does not die.
© May Sart