Song Of The Phoenix...
Red-feathered flaming streak across the Moonlit night sky,
Racing stars like a comet over the forest,
Bursting into a fireball and ash,
Only to be reborn on the wing,
A laughing cry in the night,
Staccato like a shaman's drumbeat,
Continuous,
Guiding light,
Contentious but necessary,
A gaudy bird indeed,
All fire and race and gold.
Who knows what will rise from swirling sparks and ash tornadoes?
The only certainty is Spirit,
Gravity,
Wind,
And Ground.
Organized chaos races in a glorious display across the night,
Briefly.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/06/2026
