I played around with some pictures and created this firebird, that I started to write a pen on. It turned out to be a sonnet, that I think tells a nice story. Hopefully I’m kind enough not to be have a visit in my dreams. Feel free to comment.

This bird of fire comes to me at night
the eyes of burning ember me accuse
remind me what I’ve done, I cannot fight
Oh sweet revenge it takes for my abuse

A fighting bird that hunts me in my dreams
its plumage scorch whatever it comes near
the anger I evoke, provokes its screams
it represent whatever that I fear

And then amends I make to those I’ve hurt
in hope the bird will spare me now tonight
apologize, I’m crawling in the dirt
I whistle happily, I feel all right

The visit from the bird has saved my soul
and when it comes again, it makes me whole
—
December 4, 2012