greying brown
of ancient walls
tumble down.
Through fire smoke,
in air so thick,
the tinder dry
grass and stick.
Rebirthing flame
the phoenix flies,
with breast on fire
and watery eyes.
(Earth, she seeks,
the mortal mind
to fill with kindness
the love to find)
The seas roar,
on breath of air,
clears the smoke
and quells the flair.
Deilen
Written 2004 on the Llyen Peninsula North Wales
