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