This Pleasure Of Writing.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is pleasure
in writing,
and such pleasures
are wings of the Phoenix.

it flies above people
and territories,

it may get burned,
these wings, or this Phoenix
but you know the
end result,

it transcends time,
and even death

true, there are ashes,
but they are all seeds
buried on fertile
minds,

in the future, see how
another forest grows,

all Phoenixes, all wings,
trascending people and territories