The Pheonix

like a pheonix rising from the ashes,
like a flower blooming in the dawn,
lying into the echo of the night,
rising in a breath, touch, movement,
I am the morning light
I am the breath of the sun,
I am the holy chosen one,
I am nothing,
I am dust.
With each breath,
Life,
And the new,
I am found in you.