It is a sign to begin - to commence.
It is the shackles and chains of my day
Visions of graceful swans turning into ugly ducks;
Pictures of masters turning into slaves;
Symbols of shame and
Images of rituals and acting
- Appear before my eyes
BUT with amber tears and arduous
It is not long before it succumbs and
And from the heat of its ashes crimson embers
The phoenix rejoices as it soars
From a decade of slumber.