Rebirth Of The Phoenix

A small red flame  
Seemed to hover  
Within a distant copse  
Like a burning  
Yearning  
Through a dawning mist  
It lingered  
Yet did not ignite  
The nearby  
But dry, brush  
And as i drew nearer  
The clarity of my perception  
Grew  
I looked on in wonder  
As i watched a Phoenix  
Turn to dust  
As i approached the ashes  
They glowed  
Like a thousand fireflies  
I stood there mesmerised  
As the Phoenix  
Was reborn  
As the ashes  
Seemed to pulsate  
As a beating sun  
And re-form  
Into another version  
Of itself  
Stretching out it's colourful wings  
Then fly  
Into the dark, and misty sky  
Vanishing from my sight  
Forever  
Yet a small ember remained  
Which was caught on a subtle breeze  
And drifted toward me  
Landing on the right sleeve  
of my coat  
Burning into it  
My coat began to glow  
With a strange luminescence  
As i suddenly realised  
That i too  
Was a Phoenix  
Of a different ilk  
As i sensed the ashes  
Of my former self  
Dissipate  
Then scatter  
In a wild, and withering wind  
 
by Jemia