Firebird Sunset Poem by Salvatore Ala

Firebird Sunset



That's the Phoenix! That's the myth!

That's what the storybooks

Have been trying to tell me. The firebird

Nests in the searing winds of time.

It migrates to the forests of the sun.

It lives in the drop of fire behind the eyes

And perches on the volcano in the ribs.

You'll know the firebird by its ashes,

By how the sunset beats its wings

And flames out like a cosmic fire.

Better to start living, to start loving,

Better to be consumed with joy

Than live another day without rebirth,

Without music that catches fire

Or words that cast a burning shadow.

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