i now bear the burden of the phoenix,
but your heat is what sets me ablaze.
day by day,
i take the beating of your rays,
and sizzle and frizzle
in your stay.
when the time comes to turn to ash,
i find myself with charred hope.
for some reason i still swallow the same smoldered smoke.
my wings dance with the tongues of your ardent flare.
wither and thither boy,
who still whispers wisps of wild prayer
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
i now bear the burden of the phoenix,
but your heat is what sets me ablaze.
day by day,
i take the beating of your rays,
and sizzle and frizzle
in your stay.
when the time comes to turn to ash,
i find myself with charred hope.
for some reason i still swallow the same smoldered smoke.
my wings dance with the tongues of your ardent flare.
wither and thither boy,
who still whispers wisps of wild prayer
