A Frozen fire is what I am.
Waiting to embrace the what of what is.
Holding the promise of all that was foretold in the clouds of time and my mind.
Once in a moment of white noise, I saw all things clearly through youthful eyes.
Sitting by the well were hope springs eternal,
I pass the time imagining life outside the bonds of emotion.
As a Wolf feels Power without guilt,
Love without doubt.
So the torch is lit and a Phoenix I become.

Nicholas Finocchio