Phoenix.
Listen well, she said
I will not be bound
By repetition
By morning, noon, and night
With the stars
I wander
In and out of sight
There is magic
In the madness
That only children claim
It has deserted the faithless
The aged
They are searching
For nothing
Wary of this game
I saw it as I stood
On the edge of a changing wind
Before the creases of life had kissed me
Before I’d come to know of sin
Fear is what propels you
While I’ve lived only by my heart
And when its beats have provided
One
Last
Breath
I will rest in a world united
By the acknowledgement
Of death
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 3:47 AM UTC
Phoenix.
Listen well, she said
I will not be bound
By repetition
By morning, noon, and night
With the stars
I wander
In and out of sight
There is magic
In the madness
That only children claim
It has deserted the faithless
The aged
They are searching
For nothing
Wary of this game
I saw it as I stood
On the edge of a changing wind
Before the creases of life had kissed me
Before I’d come to know of sin
Fear is what propels you
While I’ve lived only by my heart
And when its beats have provided
One
Last
Breath
I will rest in a world united
By the acknowledgement
Of death
Copyright 2009 Chelsea Rose