The Firebird

There is a bird that glows within the night.

I found one of its feathers burning bright;

as great as any treasure ever found;

a phoenix feather lying on the ground

but then,

sadly,

I let that feather go

and, suddenly, a fearsome wind did blow;

it blew that feather far off out of reach.

That loss, a lesson, to my heart, did teach

so now, tightly, I clasp our every kiss;

each bright plume on the firebird of love

that lights my solemn heart with blazing bliss

lest it blow off; join other stars above.