The Phoenix / Spring

The phoenix

"And from the ashes a Phoenix rose - with wings made of gold

it gently touched me, a touch of relief. I was ready to start

a new circle, hoping it would never come to an end.

"Never too late for hope" - the grey ice melted - slowly..."

SPRING

Where is my world,

The beggining of my life bound,

Surrounded by light,

Wandering aimlessly around.

Hearing voices calling my name

While I hover, world's dark stain.

Where is my summertime?

I'm longing for its warmth,

Far too long I shivered

In winter's icy force

Clouds are above me

Mid air caresses my lungs

I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun.

Soft grass - but it hurts to go over it,

Pointed stings - running between I stick

Brooks are roading, the water blood red

Please let me drink, but I can't, I'm dead.

Souls are screaming, mothers and sons

Are slaughtering themselves, am I teaching a dream...