PHOENIX – As he told it

The Phoenix is a legendary symbol of rebirth, and rebirth may not necessarily be literal for it can simply be an over the top substitute for change. Based on this interpretation and, what we see and hear in our day to day lives, I am making an attempt to come up with a series of compositions. Here is the first one.

'In flames it wore down leaving only ash behind,

 but from that sooty dust was a new head raised,

 what was assumed devoured by the flames wasn't gone.

 It died only so from the inferno it may be reborn.

 His voice was raised so were his hands,

 his eyes bulging and the gesture quite grand.

`So son', he said wrapping the child with his arm,

`what do you make of it, is there anything you could take?'

'It's all too fantastic', said the little one,

'all so mythical, that world of make-believe.'

 The father looked at the child with a stupefied stare,

 then with pride realized that nursling was quite aware.

`Child though you are right, this is just a tale,

 but only if you forget it after hearing at night'.

`When heard and understood it puts in perception,

 how there is no setback that couldn't be returned from.'

'Identify the Phoenix for me will you my son?'

 The child pondered but with no answer, he looked up

`No father I do not know, if you do please make me aware.'

 He said 'It's you', face adorned with delight and a knowing smile.

`The Phoenix is you', caressing the face he explained again.

`You are that bird of fantasy, that creature of wonder and of beauty '.

`And the fire that would be the cause of your rebirth

 at a time when you can only despair, is not but your will'.

`Now before you are lost in the world of dreams,
let me repeat this lesson of significance  my Phoenix,
when all the doors are close, and you see only darkness,
it is this fire that will determine, who you are when you come out’.