Phoenix Dawn Poem by David Lacey

Apollo in the guise of a sun beam feathered phoenix rises from his grave,
The night is done and twilight over run by the rays of a new day dawning.
The green is restored as the valley lifts its weary head from dreamtime sanctuary.
The animals of the sun rejoice as the creatures of the night return to their homes.
The valley breathes as an emerald glow emits in radiance from the hills.
Everything around is still, all is settled and a natural silence hangs lightly upon the air.
Kissed by the wisdom of some starry eyed goddess I find myself at perfect rest.
The world is turning, all memories of the sickened rose are burning upon a funeral pyre.

The fires are red hot and smouldering away at the Earth. Shadows dance to unknown Tunes whilst I undress to know creation as my nature. A voice upon the wind
Whispers melodies upon a breeze that seems as ancient as the mountain range, still
They are fresh to the mind at ease and still I believe in the beauty of this land.
Still I believe that within the palms of our hands we conceal the key to the illumination
To this kingdom of dancing shadows, I believe we may cast new light upon any realm
Just as I believe that we may remain steady at the helm throughout the most tempestuous
Of storms. Through the art of meditation and through the turning of seven circles we may
Chance upon the final sphere and we may rise within this lifetime towards the glory of one, we may rise as we may balance in the sun and the moon in our stride, never hiding
From the tides of Fate that will sometimes crash upon our shorelines. I believe that in our given time we may perfect ourselves and be as one with the world in which we live.