THE PHOENIX-AN ANCIENT BIRD

With warmth and its fiery glory
Beside me it flew

With speed and strength
Down it dived

I followed it
It looked at me

I then saw what it was
A  beauty with a colour of dawn

Flapping wings
A war cry

A ring of fire
And that’s all I remember

Of the bird with
The fire of immortality

And of the bird with
The body of fiery beauty
And with eyes of
Great kindness of the heavens.