Is it a dream?
Those nights when I morph into
a scarlet phoenix
rising from ash
riding the thermals
high into the heavens
Shedding tears
to sooth the desolate
giving hope to multitudes
whose quandary it is to foresee.
Unceasing in empathy
compassion filling the void
onward and upward
to the sun
kindled to ash
beginning again
Ellecee
imaginary garden with real toads
for
Wonderful flight!!
ReplyDeleteHow awesome of you playing the changeling and ushering hope where you go
ReplyDeleteLuv this myth LC
Much🌼love
I got some great visuals from this and some heart warming lines
ReplyDeleteUnceasing in empathy
compassion filling the void
I too love this myth. Such a lovely symbol for you to choose.
ReplyDeleteThis is my new favorite from your poems, Linda!💜 Sigh.. I could dwell in those closing lines forever!😍
ReplyDeleteSounds like you really know the path of the wounded healer.
ReplyDeleteNo, a glorious vision – and even more splendid in reality, despite the inevitable burnouts.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful read.
ReplyDeleteBegin again. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteThe Phoenix is a great example of being.
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