Phoenix rising

Naked she sits on bare earth
Fine dark soil spilling over her toes
Her fingers tracing patterns anxiously

Watching
A small pile of grey ash
Now shivering slightly as the glowing embers barely
Keep her warm

Time was when she burnt so close to fire
Her skin reddened, she could no longer look to the flames
His Fireplay pushed her to her limits
She ached to cry, to stop, but would not fail him so.

Naked she sits on bare earth
Feeding the soil through her hands, an egg timer,
Choked by his collar to tears she cannot shed

Waiting

Dark clouds cover the sky
Bring unnatural night to day
A whirling, sweeping, flapping noise
A flock of starlings?
A thousand million birds forming and reforming

The embers glow
Fed by churning air
Small flames appear from nowhere
A blaze, a fire
The sky is red with flames
Sunset or sunrise, time is meaningless

Her face is alight, magic dances in the mirror of her eyes
She smiles as she watches
Phoenix rising golden from the ashes

Wings beating sweeping all the ash and dirt away
Wings beating with the rhythm of her heart
Wings beating, breast of burnished gold warming her
Wrapped in His now still wings
Owned.