The Phoenix Inflamed

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Come and go just as it does. Shed the weight, don’t be afraid; that’s the creation of all your agonizing frightful piercing pain.

Life is much more than sorrow or deceived thought of their being tomorrow. “For your promised today, but alas not yet morrow.”

The world we live in is of hollowed thought of seeking or sought; if you continue you’ll become like the poor and fated apple core and fade, and rot; and forevermore be lost…

Run today as though it’s your last; For eventually time will come to pass, erode, and shatter just like the strained see through glass.

Life is a series of waves that recollect both what we had, Lost, and now have.

Likewise, hold it tight. There may be a moment where you're asked if you did all of this in a presented manor of bright, glistening, lovable, and redeeming light.

Isn’t it interesting how this all goes so fast?

The lightning strikes,

the resurrection arise,

and the phoenix flies beyond the sight of our starry wide hopeful eyes.

From burns and scorches of itching re-birth;

to the fatal death of a failing and hopeless romance. Yet all of this is caught by a cusp and a singular glance; a final kiss goodbye to the viscous blood curdled and fateful hands,

and rebirth to the oceanic, ever so loving reunited eternal dance.

Finally face to face and forevermore hand in hand…