The Firebird
Rises above the sun
And rages among the stars
In burning patterns
Of blinding light
To a symphony of the gods.
She flies with a soul
Filled with longing and power
With thundering wings
Desolating eyes.
She is searching for love.
Any sign or scent of love
In an infinite nihilistic sky.
She is resting now
On the dark side of your heart
Flaring with brilliance––
Incendiary green,
Prideful blue, and
Red without mercy.
The Firebird is waiting-
Quiet and beautiful
With splendiferous wings
Of perfect dominion.
Sitting on a golden throne
Beneath a golden sky
She is cloaked in
Smoldering arrogance––
Her sullen majesty.
She is nothing more
Than the unfulfilled desire
In the hollow of your memory
Feeling
Exquisitely alone.
So exquisitely alone.