Dreaming Phoenix...!

O' breaking dawn of the day,

where is thy youth today?

Your enthralling beauty as it unfolds,

which mind should capitulate this vision so bold?

In slumber so lazy,

do they just dream and whine?

But what ecstasy do they pursue,

What sight do they find?

Last night when I tip toed down

with all the blessings from the skies above,

Their curtains where bogging down,

just as their lashes caressed the ground,

I did come and spread my alluring wings

to take them on a magic ride,

But my dear earth, your men so shy,

their love such cowardly,

their passions so shallow;

They mocked the strength of my wings

and challenged my soaring flight.

O' your men, my dear earth

What lands have they conquered?

What hearts have they melted?

Is it blood or just water,

that produced their child...

I sang that night;

The story of the prince of Spain,

I told them that their was a boy,

I had loved him,

and the twinkle in his eyes;

When he saw the charisma of a lily bloom,

and the rage of the meandering lake,

How it carved and fought for it's path;

He used to jump in awe and say,

O' ye, I believe in you!

They all just laugh and only say;

He was a dreamer, he was a dreamer.

O', I said, that boy

How he loved his old man,

on his grave he used to cry.

Apologies for the sins he had never even tried,

and that child he had kissed

whom your men had left in wretched clothes.

The blinding fervor of his dignity;

when in honor he lay on the border of his land.

This romance of bravery

your men can not decipher.

They still laugh, "He was a fool,

how much did he earn from this enterprise?"

Indeed, my prince, your pursuit I envy!

and I sigh at your men; O' earth...

But still when I put down my pen

I hope and pray

that the kindled fire on your ground

will not just leave ashen men....

I have seen phoenix as they rise above

and I fear if it is a dream,

then I am a dreamer

I am a dreamer....