phoenix

phoenix

over the land of thousand nets
falls a drop, and a drop follows
until the sand can bear no more
and sinks the Sun in crimson

when the life on thousand wings
tires of struggle, a dream shatters
woven into an eyrie of flames
that eat the paths, and birds cry
and wolves flee in the open

a red-feathered wisdom, a secret garden, a thousand paths
to you, to me

a thousand tomorrows
resonate