I Write Poetry

Phoenix.[i][/i]
3 September 2019


Without spreads 
The burning within;
Static out the rock
We came to be on-
Your form igniting
 a furious limb.
It rattles heavy
Lighting her frame
Alive

Begining again
And again
Always


Fires deafen the ashes
 Falling Without
Consuming this Life
His Limb within





[i]When the shadows of this life have gone,
I'll fly away[/i]