A Phoenix In My Mind…

The shadows know little of my existence

perhaps it may be the warmth of my ashes as they fade away

Scattered I am a wind of thoughts burlesque to their resistance

Know that it is the way to keeping the enthusiast tuned

Next to wounds  in  a zest of a desert pride

Consumed in gloom those fail to see the light shining thru

for its the rise  that creates each day anew.