Flight of the Phoenix

17th March, '09

Words on an empty summer's day,
Words of an empty, waveless bay,
Words they form just voiceless sound,
by the definition of my words, I seem bound.
Fear is sitting like a ticking time bomb,
waiting for the instant to burst into song,
Immortal I lay, for death is not new,
my hopes are not high, but my dreams are not few.
But the bomb ticks on, a soundless word,
a rhythm recurring, by my fear incurred,
Yet I walk on, my head held high,
Yet my neck stretches beyond the sky,
A wordless silence, by words it is drawn,
A courage, of fear, of courage, is born,
Undying love and love undone,
A life of regret and a life of fun,
I carry on, on a bed of words,
the freedom of a wave, the flight of a bird,
I carry on, my footsteps noiseless,
Dissolving into the Sun, each day I am less.