The Phoenix
Seeking for sanity
I find it not
not in the dying embers of fires long spent
nor in places of confusion
far from daybreaks doorway.
Where then should I seek?
Not in the ramblings of the created offspring,
who always
wise as children
never maturing,
seek the same thing I seek
but with even less fortitude.
Where than a hope be found?
Not in the spark
but the flame whence it came
troubled not by the winds of desire
but peace at last
In the stillness of burnt offerings
where the phoenix will arise from the ashes
to begin a new dawn
A poem I wrote a few years ago.