Phoenix Fire (A Fantasy Poem)
I’d like to share a new poem of mine called ‘Phoenix Fire.’ I hope you enjoy it. :D
Rising from the ashes of the night,
Feathers shimmering with fiery hues,
The phoenix dances among currents of air,
Its wings aflame, in full view.
Soaring through the air with practiced grace,
The darkness of the night can’t contain,
A creature of such beauty in this place,
The sky sparkles with light and luminous rain.
For a magical moment all is still,
Perfectly quiet, yet illuminated with fire,
The pinprick stars above can barely compete,
With its bright feathers soaring higher.
Flames glisten like rubies and shimmering diamonds,
Yet the phoenix has seen many a dark night,
It turns in mid-air, brightening dark clouds,
In the darkest of times, it burns with pure light.
It reminds you, watcher, that no matter the worry,
Regardless of how dark the night might become,
Hope can be found in the wonders of magic,
and in nature’s realm, as the night sky’s sun.
The phoenix might be gone come morning light,
But never forgotten, nor its stories unheard,
Its tale lives on, always remembered,
The legends of the majestic firebird.
For when the clouds grow dark and dread takes hold,
Look to the night sky and remember its light,
The graceful phoenix’s beauty and grace,
Gentle and luminous, and powerful in flight.
And remember above all else, dear watcher,
If the phoenix feels beyond your reach or sight,
Then maybe it’s time not to look outwardly,
But within, should the phoenix burn with your light.
