Evereve The Phoenix Spring
The phoenix "And from the ashes a Phoenix rose - with wings made of gold it gently touched me, a touch of relief. I was ready to start a new circle, hoping it would never come to an end. "Never too late for hope" - the grey ice melted - slowly..." SPRING Where is my world, The beggining of my life bound, Surrounded by light, Wandering aimlessly around. Hearing voices calling my name While I hover, world's dark stain. Where is my summertime? I'm longing for its warmth, Far too long I shivered In winter's icy force Clouds are above me Mid air caresses my lungs I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun. Soft grass - but it hurts to go over it, Pointed stings - running between I stick Brooks are roading, the water blood red Please let me drink, but I can't, I'm dead. Souls are screaming, mothers and sons Are slaughtering themselves, am I teaching a dream...
