Bleeding Phoenix
 

I remember

you;

The songs

so lovely,infinite

we listened to.

 

Thought we’re the genius

of this complex idea

of a world.

 

Played hero and saint

I forgave, loved

had the truthful

patience to wait.

 

Heard your voice

in the dark

where silence reigned

and our hearts ran along

the river; poisoned.

 

Say!

Immortal remembrance

of each other,

we gained.

 (Lady of Poetry)

 

 

                                                                       In the year of the cat
                                                                       the bleeding phoenix will come down
                                                                       to earth
                                                                       our angels will cry
                                                                       as sirens
                                                                       fall on the surface of the ocean
                                                                       travelling spirit
                                                                       restless as you are
                                                                       we will meet
                                                                       at shore
                                                                       where the tree is spreading its fading sigh
                                                                       do not be troubled
                                                                       my lovely soul
                                                                       I will take you by hands
                                                                       the moment
                                                                       I go.

(Lady of Poetry)

 

 

Blizzard

 

Oh Phoenix,

in what blizzard

you got into?

 

Your burning

wings,

Easy cold

a way it found

through your veines.

 

Take advice,

Save your immortality

a shelter you

may rest.

 

Blue blood

rushes in pain.

 

Vivid fate

has further plans

takes you to

warmer jungles,

the world’s more

pleasant ends.

(Lady of Poetry)