The Flight Of The Phoenix Poem by Alexander Thomas

A wanderer on life's barren shore with a beacon in sight,
He walked to destiny from foggy dreams the seed sown,
In trust man cast all spirit toward the gazing light,
For warmth from the fire of the hewn tree by fate grown.

But what shadow will rise from this bonfire of the soul?
Will all be ashes drowned beneath a sea of tears shed?
Or with blazing song will the Phoenix soar up to hope's goal,
To awe all from love's flame to flicker on after we are dead?