May your passion for love, for life, for discovery, come down upon you from the heavens, carried on wings of light and fire.

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Bird of Passion

Where has my bird of passion flown,
That bright-plumed creature of desire?

Perhaps she flies to Heaven’s throne.
My fearless, flaming bird of fire,

To challenge Paradise alone,
Courting Heaven’s vengeful ire!

Perhaps she wings the lofty heights,
To find that vaulted Paradise,

To bring me word of wondrous sights,
Of things to warm my soul in ice.

Far above this place of stone,
Safe above this mad empire,

This lifeless home of dead, cold bone,
Flies my bird of passion-fire.

Her feathers gather midnight air,
She glides upon the starry night,

Upon the wind, on outstretched wing,
She carries hope to make me sing,

To rescue me, soul-drained and dire,
Empty, lost until I sight her,

My flaming, flaming bird of Fire,
Bird of Passion, Fire of Desire,

Save me from this cold, dark mire,
That’s quenched my flaming heart of Fire.

I know she holds within her grasp,
A spark of living-fire clasped,

The gleam in Angels’ eyes held fast,
She comes, my bird of passion flies,

From Heaven’s vaulted aery cast,
She brings the dreams of Paradise,

And bears them swiftly back to me,
In waiting, longing, breathlessly!

Brandon

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