Poetry, the Stars; and whatever Space lies between

Phoenix

To look upon you, up high, and see

A miracle dream spread above me;

I weep clean tears before such beauty.

Withheld- yet still wild and free.

With a sharp, howling wind as her roar

I can see what I could not before;

A brave bird- the stars within its claw.

To look alone always leads to more.

To tame this beast is just not enough.

A man cannot reach a goal so tough;

I know, still, I must challenge your bluff.

Without its call, empty skies are rough.

Yet, though I lament poetic words;

I know down deep- The skies are not birds.

That's not to say I can't fall in love;

But for that, my friend, look for a dove.