I was born to a Phoenix
She is my winged goddess
Her nest of cinnamon twigs nourish my growth
Her flames, they're modest but golden
Tamed, but emboldened when She fears danger has found me
It is me She tricks.... her fatherless clone
When time comes to migrate west
A time zone adequate for survival
I think its our primal quest
but no
We've been exposed
Danger has crowned us the ultimate prey
And Her immortality... it's just not what it used to be
She
My winged goddess
Once lawless and unrestrained
Her flames blazed pathways of eternal odysseys
and laid traps against the wind's chorus
She made way for rays of light that would illuminate night's darkness
and torch the fortresses made to protect locusts of hate
Until Her focus
Became me
She
My winged goddess
Trading in Her destiny of endless renewal and giving me Her power to regenerate life
forfeited duels against impossibles and made me the eye of Her eternity
I, not She
Became destined to rise brilliantly and light the sky with fire she had instilled in the deepest depths of me
Releasing high degrees of richness and intensity, I sear hostility and solder enemies of dialogue
I wrap creativity in a fog of forever and present her at the alter of my almighty Sun-god
My protector of freedom, my preceptor of love, my soldier of peace
She was a Phoenix
And I am her release from life, my seed was Her sacrifice
My birth Her wingless destiny
I am the dove she left nesting in the abandoned olive tree
My winged goddess has left me
Heart breathing heavy,
She leaves in search of forgiveness