Birth of a Pheonix

When a pheonix dies It is reborn in a form feathered, calmed and stilled Blazing and undestructive with its fill Ashes arise, and blow into the wind Swift as a fin Until the spark starts again Its flames burn away its own sin Body is already dust Inside a fire tempers and flakes off rust Holy flames boil the temple....your body Until purification begins its rush. Cleansing folly What i speak of is not your bodies ressurction alone But begins with your soul With a fire unknown and untold Until inside, finding a home Flames come and they go Blow out, flicker and moan Unless love is found as a sheild Tethering and kindling Making a fort burning; nourishing me like a fruitful meal For me it was one who sheilded my heart And blessed my temple...my home and banished the dark The moon is not hollow Not mine Her lunar light i shall follow, until completely abalzed is my soul Nevermore a place hollow Thank you God For this oily water i swallow