~ Flame Feather ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Imagine a cloudless star-lit morn’ floating
upon a mantle of mist, and
watch a wizard dip the feather tip
and gently set a smouldering jewel
in the fiery crown of a Phoenix dawn
rising scarlet-gold, smoke ash and fire.
Magnificent immolating mythology of s/ages
Miracle of slight lava glittered light in flight of endless life
You rise with the Sun’s soaring altitude
to melt moons and ignite stars, until…
…a timeless ache brings a fabled yearning to
burning a fiery return to death and re-birth in Light
Phoenix, I wonder at the transforming fire
lifting your heart beat and wings
the rejuvenating pyre you wear so well
in feather quill and flame
Phoenix, do you sense elegance in what you are
and feel Love for what you’ll always be,
Spirit inside a Phoenix wand
reflecting the breath of a Solar wind
in a Renaissance of fire.
My hands are shaking, my body infinitely unbound
barely stabled after all, when lifted a little off the ground.
Was I ever this lost in space before, or were you always found
When you floated down to seduce me
When I floated up having been seduced.
Your feathered fire lit an Alchemical chain
Threading weave’s flame breathing cord
and guiding Mistletoe to Heliopolis.