I would live again
a dusting of ash
and you with me
in a new today
how many times does the Phoenix rise
like a burnished sunrise from the sea
red eyed lavender and purple plumage
the salt white sands of home are skeletal
the Phoenix glares down from the palms
as if it could resist one more time at life
I would live again
a dusting of ash
and you with me
in a new tomorrow
at evening when the sun breaks through
the gray clouds we thought were death
lay claim to ancient resurrection myths
south in the shadowed primordial lands
a whispered chant still lingers in a mist
like a stirring of wings from a dusty nest
I would live again
a dusting of ash
and you with me
in a new forever
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I would like to translate this poem
wonderful imagery and rhythm makes your poem a mighty one. Indeed you have great way with words and imagination.
Thank you for the kind comment. Glad you liked the poem.