If the air can burn like fire,
Let your heart supply the flame,
Merge your passion with desire,
Till they both become the same...
Watching shadows as you cast them,
That reflect your inner peace,
Disappearing as you past them,
While they're searing in the heat...
Watch yourself in shades of amber,
Scorching earth as you collide,
With the skyline as it cambers,
Just beyond the other side...
So you rise due west of Heaven,
Just to settle in the east,
With your eyes upon the leaven,
As the sky begins to crease...
If the phoenix that has risen,
Is from the recess of your heart,
You'll return to the beginning,
So the fire can restart...
Copyright © Terry Ledwell