She, My, Phoenix, I

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