Towering over the moon glazed groves,
Soaring phoenix of night-
What are the storms of your mind?
To what measure do your cloud wings extend?
From shores of salt and shells,
To the high rise of the wise old mountains,
But where therein is your essence hidden?
Flaming jewels for eyes,
That vapor of solitude,
Treading the night skies.
Lined by lightning feathers
And bold with thunderous clap,
Created are whole windstorms at a single wing's flap!
Great and noble, we know this bird.
As loud as the storms at bay;
But they say he is made in silence,
Speaking through things unheard
And words we cannot say..
So sailed across the star candled oceans~
Did the age-old secret scroll,
Stories of the Night Phoenix, adventures of never-told!
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
Towering over the moon glazed groves,
Soaring phoenix of night-
What are the storms of your mind?
To what measure do your cloud wings extend?
From shores of salt and shells,
To the high rise of the wise old mountains,
But where therein is your essence hidden?
Flaming jewels for eyes,
That vapor of solitude,
Treading the night skies.
Lined by lightning feathers
And bold with thunderous clap,
Created are whole windstorms at a single wing's flap!
Great and noble, we know this bird.
As loud as the storms at bay;
But they say he is made in silence,
Speaking through things unheard
And words we cannot say..
So sailed across the star candled oceans~
Did the age-old secret scroll,
Stories of the Night Phoenix, adventures of never-told!
