Photo by Alex Wigan
The spark of smiles
And innocent longings
Turned to a flame;
Deep red and pure,
Of passion and warmth, hopes and dreams.
As she watched the flame turn to harsh fire
That threatened to cremate the very love
Which it was built from,
Panic washed over her,
And she stood paralyzed,
Forced to watch the destruction all night.
The fire had burned without restrictions
And brought to light all good and bad.
She now surveyed the landscape of the hearts
Where residue flames still burned around;
Bright stars in ebony dark.
The venom had flowed out due to heat;
In rivulets of poisonous green. And the love?
The memory of the pure, red flame
Danced in front of her eyes
And she saw the light igniting far off,
As crimson sun broke the night.
Gaining strength from warming rays
She promised aloud to burn just as bright
And sent her word to the fiery being
With messengers of both lands still stirring;
Phoenixes, after all, are reborn from the ashes.