Copyright RavenBlack, Dismember 1997.
Seeking love, I scour the air,
Down below, a burning pyre,
Alas, my raven isn't there,
She's silent, hidden, encased in fire.
A crack of lightning strikes my side,
I plummet, wracked with searing pain,
Alone, without respite, I cried,
Crashed to earth in soothing flame.
The fiery bird, my wings caressing,
Healing flames enfold my heart,
Burning, healing, a mixed blessing,
A bridge of distance we're apart.
Alas, my Phoenix cannot touch me,
More than fiery heat projected;
The heat I feel strongly clutch me,
My every feather glows, affected.
As the embers 'round me darken,
A spark creeps slowly 'fore my eyes,
To an obvious thought I hearken,
My Phoenix a raven, in flame disguise.
Now I long to join her, burning,
Drink her poison, feel her passion,
Never sleeping, turning, yearning,
To rise again, our winged forms ashen.
[ Back to poetry | To the gallery | To RavenBlack's Roost ]
[Geocities]