A Red Feather

(I just finished this. There are a few things I'd like to change, such as word choice, but other than that, I am happy with this.)

The glowing ambers are silent,
But inside still burns a fire.
Born not of rage, burning and violent,
But love, true, without strings or wire.

Like the Phoenix, with wise old gaze,
Eyes shine full of truth and passion.
For you, I soar, with wings ablaze,
Till my heart finds words to fashion.

The time we share, precious and dear,
Memories slip by, specks of joy
Like sand in the hourglass, held so near,
Between the two, this girl and this boy.

Like the Phoenix, fire anew,
Glistening brightly; I love You.


-Jeff Dougherty