The Phoenix From The Flame
I have seen a New Moon on dome of the Sky
But no notice of You makes a level of Pain so high
I am motionless – admiring crimson Dawns, bloody Dusks
Though – no sign of You, tired of trying on my masks…
Heart’s smithereens so wee that suit a needle’s eye
I am yearning for Your arms like convict for a lie
Like Sunflowers for Blossom, though they are numb with Cold
Hide-and-seek – the shaft’s of Light the only fault
Like ours parting and broken tight embrace
From Twilight till Daybreak I grieve ‘cause You – no trace…
But cherishing a Hope I know – I am Blessed by rash Infatuation
No Eyebeam, no note of Your tart Flavor – the Curse of Separation
An Ecstasy, a thrill of Joy – the symptoms of Disease
My honeyed Plague - my divine Melancholy – my unbearable Bliss
They say: «The Song is ending, the Story never ends…»
You’ve merged and fused in Energy - in Steam – in Core; from facts I can’t defend
But You’ll rise and You’ll return – The Phoenix from the Flame
I’m burning on the chancel, in temple of the Instinct – it’s not my shame…
‘Course You’re like Fire and Ice and Rage
The priceless Gift of Eastern Sage
You’re like the Night, - the Storm in the Heart of the Sun
I hardly can resist – you just possess seductive, eternal Charm
You are Ancient and Forever
Your Leaving arouses Demon Terror
You burn at the centre of Time
I’d like to join, don’t consider suicide a Crime
You can see the turn of the Universe
Nevertheless, I am torn apart by the look of the Hearse
My Love, I am of Aspiration full
And… You are Wonderful…