Phoenix

He sat

And gazed with tired eye

Upon a sight born of 

Nature's first breath

Rolling playful ocean

Sun bathed sky of infinite motion

Forested garden, hawk's dominion

He breathed

Only to choke on mists

Set astir by raven's

Feathered wing

Fighting boundless beauty

Turning from ageless bounty

Dead to wondrous divinity

He burned

Did the phoenix

And from the dusted ash arose

In timeless splendor to eternity

Copyright 1993