The Phoenix
rose from ashes..
yet, he’s still
consumed
by flames.
The Fire that,
upon a time,
incinerated him..
became
the gentle heat
that fills
his arteries and
veins.

The songs
he sings now
are unlike
The Ones
he knew before.
A gust of wind
that flows
through God
within..
and nothing
less..
and nothing
more.