Phoenix

I am the wildest of them birds!
My freedom never be replaced
By golden cage and chain of pearls.
I walk my life in changing pace.
My soul is made of lightened air.
It flys and flickers like the snow.
I’ll never make desired pair
To one who hasn’t got such glow.
To be my pair one needs that light;
A match of fire in his hand -
To blow the coldness of the night,
Summon myself upon his land.
This tiny simple piece of wood
Will help him navigate the ground
Of my complex, unsteady mood,
Which can be whisperingly loud.
Once you have caught me in your arms
Be sure I’m always there to stay
But if you loose your noble charms
I’ll spread my wings and fly away.

21.01.2007.