Song Of The Phoenix...

Song Of The Phoenix...

Red-feathered flaming streak across the Moonlit night sky, 

Racing stars like a comet over the forest,

Bursting into a fireball and ash,

Only to be reborn on the wing,

A laughing cry in the night,

Staccato like a shaman's drumbeat,

Continuous,

Guiding light,

Contentious but necessary,

A gaudy bird indeed,

All fire and race and gold.

Who knows what will rise from swirling sparks and ash tornadoes?

The only certainty is Spirit,

Gravity,

Wind,

And Ground.

Organized chaos races in a glorious display across the night,

Briefly.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 05/06/2026

Regards,

Dan Stafford

The Whisper Of Sister Moon...

The Whisper Of Sister Moon... 

I call to the spirits as the drum beats hoofprints of a Spirit Horse, 

An endless canter,

North,

South,

East,

West.

Bless this journey,

Show us what you must.

I track the hoofprints over the path,

Across the small stone bridge,

Drop my bag of troubles in the babbling brook under the bridge,

Washed away.

In a forest glade I meet Charlie Raven, 

Flying at my shoulder,

I ask him where we must go.

"Up the world tree, of course." 

In an instant we're up the tree taller than any mountain,

Charlie pushes me out onto a branch.

"Now fly. Flying is just walking the branch." 

I can't see the worlds nestled in the crooks of the other branches,

Knowing they're there,

I walk to the far end of this branch,

Sister Moon a glowing silver-white orb,

Nestled in the crook of a bough.

"You know it's not real."

Her whisper speaks to my soul.

I fly to ground in a glowing world of compost with pearlescent mushrooms whose caps are over my head,

Purple glowing clouds of mushroom spores floating in the air.

I know they're the lies they try to grow.

I take a deep breath,

Blow like a bellows,

The lie spores blasted away,

And I stand upon a moonlit forest path as the horse prances to a stop.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 04/26/2026

Regards,

Dan Stafford