ashes
Guest Poems > Marisela W.
Ashes
The tremors in the dust
The blackened shrunken wood
From the tallest of the green treetops
To the shriveled dark ground
The blackened shrunken wood
From the tallest of the green treetops
To the shriveled dark ground
The phoenix lives in a place of oblivion
Darkness surrounds
Till a splash of moonlight hits the pool of death
Till a golden soul touches the grim birth place
Until a pure mind asks
‘Where has this pile of ashes approached from?’
Until you would come along.
Darkness surrounds
Till a splash of moonlight hits the pool of death
Till a golden soul touches the grim birth place
Until a pure mind asks
‘Where has this pile of ashes approached from?’
Until you would come along.
Then the ashes will rumble
Burn red, then white hot
A flame will appear out of nowhere
And grow with a magnificent roar.
Burn red, then white hot
A flame will appear out of nowhere
And grow with a magnificent roar.
It shall leap and tumble
Snap and growl
Till you hear the scream of 1 thousand
Till you scream it yourself
Snap and growl
Till you hear the scream of 1 thousand
Till you scream it yourself
The phoenix shall come forth from that fire
With a snap, a growl, and a roar
Fire is her breast and feather
Her majesty and noble brow.
With a snap, a growl, and a roar
Fire is her breast and feather
Her majesty and noble brow.
No havoc will her beast behest
Not singe a tiny mouse
Just circle the sun and back again
To the ashes and her rest.
Not singe a tiny mouse
Just circle the sun and back again
To the ashes and her rest.
© 2000 Marisela W.