the mighty phoenix
is a mighty bird alright
a mighty bird indeed
he wafted into our world once
it seems so long ago
was he ever not here
came from the ashes he did
just as he was meant to do
rising once more above it all
above the debris of life down here
rising into the brilliance of the sun
to shed his light below
he had come that once into our lives
bringing truth and beauty and light
into our world into our hearts
but then he was called
to another place
in another time
and on his mighty wings
he bravely and fearlessly flew
away
from
us
to where he had to go
and in that other place
in that other time
he was lost to us
lost to our world
it was a time
when our world
was, in deed and in fact,
darkened
and
lost
without him
without his presence
without his mighty voice
his bountiful beautiful words
and then
we were blessed by the gods that be
for the mighty phoenix was returned to us
and to us did he come
bringing once more truth and beauty and light
in his mighty voice
with his mighty words
and our world was a better place
a brighter place
for his coming
but
all too soon
the gods that be
once more became displeased
or so it seems
and called the mighty phoenix
to another place
in another time
and to the other place in that other time
the mighty phoenix has bravely and fearlessly flown
away
from
us
to where he has to go
and so it is
that now we wait
we wait
for his coming again
we wait in our world
darkened by his absence
empty without his words
we wait
for the mighty phoenix
to rise once more
above it all
and with him bringing
truth and beauty and light
for he is
the mighty phoenix
the mighty phoenix who
came from the ashes he did
just as he was meant to do
rising once more above it all
above the debris of life down here
rising into the brilliance of the sun
to shed his light below
here
with
us
we
wait
thinking of you,
our pal
a mighty bird indeed
he wafted into our world once
it seems so long ago
was he ever not here
came from the ashes he did
just as he was meant to do
rising once more above it all
above the debris of life down here
rising into the brilliance of the sun
to shed his light below
he had come that once into our lives
bringing truth and beauty and light
into our world into our hearts
but then he was called
to another place
in another time
and on his mighty wings
he bravely and fearlessly flew
away
from
us
to where he had to go
and in that other place
in that other time
he was lost to us
lost to our world
it was a time
when our world
was, in deed and in fact,
darkened
and
lost
without him
without his presence
without his mighty voice
his bountiful beautiful words
and then
we were blessed by the gods that be
for the mighty phoenix was returned to us
and to us did he come
bringing once more truth and beauty and light
in his mighty voice
with his mighty words
and our world was a better place
a brighter place
for his coming
but
all too soon
the gods that be
once more became displeased
or so it seems
and called the mighty phoenix
to another place
in another time
and to the other place in that other time
the mighty phoenix has bravely and fearlessly flown
away
from
us
to where he has to go
and so it is
that now we wait
we wait
for his coming again
we wait in our world
darkened by his absence
empty without his words
we wait
for the mighty phoenix
to rise once more
above it all
and with him bringing
truth and beauty and light
for he is
the mighty phoenix
the mighty phoenix who
came from the ashes he did
just as he was meant to do
rising once more above it all
above the debris of life down here
rising into the brilliance of the sun
to shed his light below
here
with
us
we
wait
thinking of you,
our pal
9 comments:
Fantastic. Such energy in the words and image. I can almost hear this set to music, Gypsy. That'll be your next creative endeavor!
oh, and how i would love THAT, too, trish!!! ;)
i thought i felt the gentle breeze of gossamer wings flying over the campfire last night? i hope so - and that the sun shines upon you and yours -
Ah, the campfire. I'm there.
trish, ;)
what a beautifully powerful poem, gypsy dear, i did feel dancing or rather a pulsing in reading your words....your writing is very powerful lately, speaking of something, of course, i know not what :) as you are so secret in your life-sharing with us...but in your words much can be read anyway. much lovexx
and you see, dear lovelylinda, i actually feel as if i have bared literally my soul to all of you here - i have - i have bared my soul - my life - in my words - the essence of me is here in visual and written form - what more might one want to know of me? - my soul is here - naked to the core - vulnerable - here - shared with all of you - my me - the me of me! ;)
Gypsywoman,
What beautiful and powerful imagery you create both in your visual art work and your poetry from the heart. Even though I do not know the specifics of your daily life; I can feel the intensity of your life right now, the power of your heart and soul, through your works. Thanks so much for sharing.
Johnina :^A
PS I've always loved the imagery of the Pheonix and you have done a wonderful job of portrying it.
YEE - what a kind note you've left me - for which i am more than grateful - yes, there is something magical - potently magical - about the mighty phoenix - whether he comes in human form or on mighty wings - so it's really easy to write of him, about him, to him, as the case is here - and this mighty phoenix is mightily missed by us all - and so - we await his return - another friend of mine said recently that she thinks perhaps we are/were all a phoenix - and i love to think that! ;)
thanks so much for coming by - have a glorious day!
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