10 May 2010


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

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