Phoenix

A tale foretold and remembered,

Of flight and gold tipped feathers.

Across the East these words have murmured,

Have glided over peaks and over tree tops hovered.

Have settled in hearths whenever summoned,

Then bed farewell as Helios neared.

Of dreams and myth this tale has been servant,

Yet master of both; it's allure is like no other.

The magic of replenished life,

Resurrection-

immortality-

Rebirth from the bones of lifeless life.

This tale I tell, in parts of four-

From Cape, Cairo, Aryana, Rome, Hong Kong, Bangalore.

A rich enfolding nighttime affair,

The story of the worlds most imaginative beauty.