Phoenix-Minded Poem by Delilah Miller

If you open you eyes,
And I'm gone,
It means you've read my poem.
Perhaps, now,
You feel the flame I swallowed.
And it heats intensity back to your eyes.
So much so that the Ocean is
Sufficient, far from the lowest choice.
I think you'll find, however much
That I am gone.

You'd see me
If you listened to our song.
But it sears you too,
Doesn't it?
The cool disinterest in your speckled eyes!
Can they steal away the fires of
Hope,
Or redemption
Chasing themselves around your heart.

That aqua color couldn't save me...
Still, I'll rise in the flames, none yours.
My fire.
So should you fear passion
Of my own?