Phoenix

I wrote this for a friend of mine named Phoenix who is Pagan.

if by phoenix
ashes flew,
paper tigers
rested, too

a stone stands
in silence, white,
a Pagan's chance
to touch the light,

when time's expanse
has opened wide,
the dead can dance
where shadows hide,

nature's blessings
in divinity's sight,
our spirit's cresting
from day to night,

song of magic
on the breeze,
ritual's commence
beneath the leaves,

a slivered moon
in frosty air,
time comes soon
when all are there,

hand in hand
and earthly bound,
we shall stand
on common ground.