Burning Nightly

The cool Shadow

beneath your wing,

where I wallow

each time you Sing. 

But, Sing you should,

so clear and loud.

She Soars. Behold,

Her Singing proud. 

Burning brightly,

you Precious thing,

burning Nightly;


That Shaded place,

my hiding Hole,

scorching embrace. 

I didn’t know. 

I’m not your brood,

nor egg you laid,

I’m not your truth,

but I’m afraid. 

Your Heat, it Soothed,

unlike Old Star.

You, Phoenix Renewed,

I, dried and charred. 

© CGT, 2017. 

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