Phoenix of Gold, Enter the Sun.

Eyes, crystalline blue of ocean,
Lips, pink of spring rose,
Hair gold, scent of apple, morning dew,
Skin of porcelain, tender birch sapling.

Slender beauty, she treads softly,
Feet slight on the forest floor,
Her touch soft, body caressing petals in passing
Voice whispering, softly singing to waking branches.

Free at last, her soul retained truth,
In the wake of parting clouds, spread her wings,
Taken to the sky, blazing heart of purity,
Resplendent phoenix, she rose at last from the ashes of the dead.